"Keep working..." she called to the dock workers unloading a ship, by hand or by pulley.  The longshoremen were stripped down to breeches and the like as they sweat through their work, and Aeran herself was similarly dressed in a strip of cloth around her chest and loin cloth.  She walked up and down the pier, supervising and making sure nothing fell.  While her workers watched her figure appreciatively as she strode past them, they knew to do nothing more than that.  Aeran was quick with a suffocating headlock, and while being smothered in her bosom was not a bad way to die, the men learned their lesson:  keep on task.  On the other hand, she was the first to buy a round of drinks when their work was finished, so they came to respect her as a foreman.<br/><br/>The water looked so inviting, just a quick dip to cool off.  There wouldn't be much evaporation, but just the cold ocean water was refreshing enough.  Sometimes she did take a quick swim, and she noticed that work always stopped for a few seconds as she pulled her dripping body out of the ocean, flipping her long blond hair back over her head.<em>Sigh, not this time...</em>they had to get this ship unloaded today; instead she helped on the pulley, guiding a large create float over to a waiting wagon.