<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>    In the girls room<br/>   Meeting the angry sailors<br/>   Wearing an ample shirt and a sheet-made skirt<br/></strong><hr/></div>Ophelia had been turning in her bunk, trying to sleep. The last events had been so terrible, so degrading. It was shocking how a group of normal human beings could turn into a mob of lustful beasts. She moved in and out of sleep, the images of her predicament churning in her memory.<br/><br/>And suddenly there was a knock on the door. Her eyes blinked open. She was alone in the room. She must have fallen asleep at last. What did the voice say? The Captain wanted to apologize? Had reason at last sparked in his mind? Ophelia smiled. If the brute still thought he could avoid being court-martialed, he was deeply mistaken, but still it would be funny to see him get on his knees and kiss her feet.<br/><br/><strong>"Wait a minute, I'm coming!"</strong>she said while getting out of the bunk.<br/><br/>She was still stark naked but she could see an ample sailor shirt folded beside the bed. She quickly put it on. It was so big that it went down to the mid of her thighs. She pulled the sheet and wrapped it around her waist, creating a suitable skirt that went down to her bare feet. There was no mirror to look at herself and she was sure she looked horrible, but she was too eager to shove the Captain's nose into his pee and hurried to the door.<br/><br/>She unlocked it and smiled to the sailors that were waiting on her.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm ready. Let's go!"</strong>