Donta's chest heaved as he clung to the anchor on the bow of the ship. He had heard someone coming and panicked, clamoring out the porthole without thinking. He had heard a deafening crash up on deck and now he dared to climb the chain to peer over the railing.<br/><br/>A large turtle shell was embedded in the deck and the crew were running around with obvious purpose. Standing in the middle of them all was a woman with a sort of confidence about her, and definitely a commanding stance.<br/><br/>She was beautiful...<br/><br/>She must be the Captain and he found himself staring at her. She had to be. She had the flashy clothes, the hat and the authority about her image. Everyone jumped when she spoke and followed her orders to the letter. He blinked, realizing he had straightened up to get a better look at her and was in plain view of anyone who wasn't busy doing something else, then he quickly ducked down beyond the edge of the deck, nearly slipping and falling into the churning water below. The storm was getting closer and he was quickly running out of options and hiding spaces...