Prompt #1 that I randomly found online: "So, do you always swear in French?"

Yes, I've taken a few liberties - you'll see.

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"So, do you always swear in French?" Tom inquired as he ducked through the hatch of the helicopter bay after hearing loud yelling in another language. Rachel was - for some reason unbeknownst to him - on the floor underneath her desk on all fours.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Rachel replied, tears in her eyes, rubbing her aching head where it had made contact with the underside of her work station.

"Why?" Tom made his way over to her desk and crouched down beside her. He located the errant pen, picked it up, and placed it carefully on her desk.

"I just… don't want the kids to pick up any bad language because of me. And I never know when they'll pop in - much like the ship's captain-," Rachel raised her eyebrows, "so I've started swearing in French. Or Spanish. Or German."

"Rachel, this is a Navy destroyer. Ever hear the saying, "swear like a sailor"?"

Rachel shook her head back and forth. Tom stood up and offered her a hand, which she gladly took, and rose to her feet.

"Well, there's a reason for the saying," Tom chuckled. "The kids will be fine. Trust me. And I think hitting your head on the underside of a desk allows you some privileges. Speaking of hitting your head, turn around and let me look," Tom directed.

"I'm—" Tom started circling his pointer finger around in a circle prompting Rachel to reluctantly turn around. She felt his fingers gingerly parting her long, brown locks. Gently, so as to not cause her any more pain, he felt around for the bump.

"Well, good news is no blood. Bad news, there's probably a dent in that desk."

Rachel scoffed as she turned toward the captain.

"Anything you wanted, Captain? Or did you just want to ask about my swearing tendencies and make fun of my hard cranium?"

"No, I'm good," Tom smiled as he backed up in the direction of the hatch.

"Captain—"

"I'll talk to you later, Doc—" Tom never finished as he tripped over the knee knocker, causing him to slam onto the floor of the passageway. Rachel's mouth gaped open. "Captain?" She hurried over to him, lying dazed and confused.

"Are you okay?"

"Ask me when there aren't anchors flying around my head." Cautiously, Tom stood. "I'm fine… I'll just… head that way…" the captain vaguely pointed.

"Have a good day, Dr. Scott - don't lose any more pens - and feel free to swear like a sailor in English next time," Tom warily made his way fore.

"Will do, Captain, and watch out for the knee knockers!" she called out to the consternation of the captain as three petty officers made their way by him. Tom shook his head - he wasn't going to be living this down anytime soon.

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Can't wait to find some more one-liners that I think would pertain to the crew of the James. I'm still starting out, but can't wait to polish my writing a little.