<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>   In the stateroom<br/>   Introducing her friends to the Captain<br/><br/></strong></div><strong>Ophelia</strong>had been hurried into the boat without having time to change or gather private properties. She could not understand the need for so much speed. She tried to protest but the chief of the rescue team would only defer her to the submarine commander.<br/><br/>She felt filthy and greasy, and indeed she was. Her looks were quite different from her friends although she was probably the wealthier of them all. And because her hands too were greasy, she could not even try to readjust herself. She hated to be in such a revealing outfit among men. And she found that this was not helping at all her need to be understood and taken into account.<br/><br/>She entered the submarine, looking around with awe at all the machinery and electronic equipment. It seemed that they had just been transferred from 20th century into some science-fiction universe. Somehow, her outfit did not see that out of place, now.<br/><br/>They were led to the commandant. As they entered the room, she smiled at him and presented themselves.<br/><br/><strong>"Mr Commandant, please allow me to introduce my friends and myself. This is Ms Eloise Monot, Ms Holland Bozeman, Ms Yoko Amagi, Ms Jaime Rickshaw, and myself Ophelia Rockefeller, owner and skipper of the ship you have rescued with so much talent and gallantry. For this we shall all be for ever deeply grateful. You may be sure that my father will do everything his immense power can do to help the advancement of your career. I am much pleased to be on board your great ship. Still I am a little concerned about my yacht : It is worth a hundred millions dollars and I would not want to see it drifting randomly across the ocean. And surely my dad would not like it either. I understand that you cannot tug it to a port, but could you please call your base so that they send us urgently a rescue team? Or at least inform my father?"</strong><br/><br/>As she spoke, she was acting very confidently but she was also using all the charming techniques she had developed since her teenage to win herself the approval of her male protagonists. Her smile was her best weapon, but her firm and proud bosom was not far behind, and she knew how to use both to her best advantage.