<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/1017271_341292399333567_75483278_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Amara Smite<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Amara's eyes shot open as she heard the voice of her captain, then slowly closed again as she continued to listen. They were about to set sail, Amara was content with that, she wasn't really into the dry land scene she preferred the ship, no unexpected surprises for her. As the surgeon though starting sail wasn't something she needed to worry about, not unless going ashore was dangerous now too. She laughed at the thought, of course it was, that's why she preferred not to go, things on the ocean were predictable. Things off the sea weren't, not so much.<br/><br/>Amara slowly rocked her hammock back and forth with a booted foot, she always slept in a pair of pants and her boots, weapons of course weren't far away and shirt was usually optional. Yes it was a mixed sex crew, but as many people as have seen her nude in her life she didn't care if a few more saw her topless, besides that, what would they do about it? Refuse the health, Amadaiya wouldn't go for that, and it wasn't like she walked around that way. She just preferred to sleep in such comforts.<br/><br/>It was time to get up however, as much as she disliked the idea. It was true that her services may not yet be needed, but soon enough the ship would be a mad house. She'd never get any rest then. She swung out of her hammock her boots making a loud thud as they hit the wood planks below her. She wasn't a small lass, with all she had been through in her life beefing up was essential. She grabbed a fresh shirt from under her sleeping area and put it on as she began to hear footsteps overhead, more than just the captain was out and about.