"You have to let go!" the midshipman shouted.
"No!" Frederick called back, looking down at the deck below.
"You're hanging over the flour sacks. You'll be fine."
Frederick closed his eyes and let go. The powder billowing around him sent him into a coughing fit, but he seemed to be in one piece.
Frederick stood up, looked at his friend, and tackled him. The other midshipman laughed, dusting the flour off his uniform.
"What is this mess?" the lieutenant shouted. "Bjorgman? Jorgensen? You two clean this up, and then take care of your uniforms"
"Sorry sir," the two replied simultaneously.