Lenny pushed the wooden crate back and forth from one side of the ship to the other, pretending to be doing work. It had been working for hours, as either the men noticed and didn't care, or just didn't notice. Occasionally she'd switch crates, but it the results were always the same: pushing a heavy wooden box.
How she ended up on the ship of an absolute drunk was beyond her, but so predicatble, as she had the worst of luck. She had been looking for a respectable ship, captained by a respectable man, and got The Reminder.
When she heard the captain was related to the McIntyre Fishing family, she thought it meant good sailing and good eating. Well, she ate plenty of seafood, of that she was certain. The taste of fish had been good at first, then made her sick, and now she was so accustomed to the taste it didn't taste at all.
She was going to die on this ship, and when the birds came to eat her rotting reamins, they'd think, Hmm, tastes like fish!.
"Shouldn't someone monitor our captains drinking habits?" Lenny asked one of the large, scarred men standing on deck. She checked her hat to make sure none of her obnoxious hair was poking out, and dropped her voice so she'd at least sound like an adoselcent boy. They'd ravish her poor, innocent body if they knew she was female.
"If ye care so much, tell the first mate. Fuck it. Tell the cap'n, she'd 'ave a good laugh out of it," he replied, glaring down at her with souless black eyes. He wanted her dead, she could tell.
"Right then..." she replied, scurrying away from him, and avoiding others like him - AKA everyone. Looking up to the helm, she noticed the young, dark haired girl that had announced the captains status. Maybe she should be told how dangerous her habits were... "Miss!" she called, hurrying across the deck. "Miss!"