Abigail *the wind rolled across her air skin, ruffling the fur of her jacket, she always had the thing on whether it was hot or cold out, the exception was to bathe or swim, her white hair glided with the breeze and her pear and silver eyes shimmered as the sun hit the lens. Her expression was bare, as it normally was, her ferret was curled up in her lap, snoozing away, her sword was  on her hip, she looked down at the other crew mates below her as she rested on the top wooden beam of the sail, she looked out across the colors of the land below lost in thought<br/><br/>she was generally the person youâ€™d find furthest from a boat, she hated the idea of being depended on some sticks to help u travel through the open ocean, or the idea of being stranded in the unmerciful waves that would swallow u up and steal your breath until u sank into the darkness never to know the light again, she shivered at the  thought of it, heights however were her thing, good vantage point, the clean thin air, she could always imagine an owl in the night sky fighting up to catch the stars in her talons and perching on the mood to see down below, but this was a dream, no one could reach he stars, no bird could perch themselves on the white powder of the moon.<br/><br/>The mumbles and murmurs from below broke her from thought and she looked down, interesting group these people were, no one seemed truly sane, which was probly why she fit in, she wasnâ€™t the sanest person here but she definitely didnâ€™t compare to the captain, that guy had more screws lose then anyone shed ever met, she wondered what made him that way, or was he born that way.<br/><br/>but then she spotted the man himself, and there was crow, she watched as  the pale skined boy was chucked over bored, she leaned foward and  moved towardsthe rope, her ferret srambled down her shirt and  poked its head ou from the unbuttons part of it, she used her leather gloves, which were missing th fingers onal but her thumb,and slid down the rope to see what was going on*