PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK!!

Okay, so before I type what I need feedback on, I'll explain the situation. This was a dream I had last night. And I'm thinking of turning it into a series of short stories. I'll give it the title of The Adventures of Abraham and Darius. Or something along those lines.

I only remember some of it so I'll give a short description of them and then I'll give a little excerpt of the dream, or at least what I remember.

Abraham Alexander:

Narrator. Gangling. Red haired. Wide eyed, thin-lipped, mustache, and a jutted jaw. Originally a college professor at Oxford. Aloof unless in the company of friends, danger-loving, drinker, go-getter, sometimes humorous. 

Darius Day: 

Side kick. Stocky. Brunette. Deep-set eyes, full-lipped, bearded, and square jaw. Originally a bar keeper. Danger-loving, humorous, impractical, sometimes inhibited, stubborn.

Okay, time to give the excerpt XD even though my memory is slowly fading, eh I'll wing it I suppose. 

The Adventures of Abraham and Darius:

Excerpt of the boat ride in menacing ocean.

...Waves crashed against the boat, promising death with every impact. I'd told Darius that we should have turned back a while ago, but he refused, saying that at this time of year the ocean was at its calmest.

"Are you sure this isn't the time of year that is considered most dangerous to travel on the ocean?" He nodded.

"And you did research on this, yes?"

"Erm well, not exactly."

"What do you mean not exactly?" I asked, turning to him.

"I just decided to trust my instincts on this one." He rubbed the back of his head and frowned.

"WHAT DO YOU M-" 

"Well, we haven't gotten killed yet now have we? No." He let his arm fall by his side.

I became so filled with worry that I nearly forgot why we'd come out here in the first place; we had come to this godforsaken ocean to-

BOOM! The waves crashed against the ship again, only this time, much harder. 

"Gertrude!" I called.

A small, gray-haired head popped up from the deck below. "Yes sir?"

"I need my telescope." I demanded. 

"Yes sir. I'm coming right up."

Within seconds, she was with us, still wearing that bright pink dress and gray high heels (which might I add are mildly inappropriate for wearing to sea.) I grabbed Bernard from her hand and after stretching him out, took a peek into of him onto the distant sunset. 

Suddenly, an awful rumbling began, and in that moment, I don't think I'd ever been that scared in my life. Although, that was probably the tenth time I'd thought that in the past week...