(http://i.imgur.com/GqfSzs.jpg)<br/><br/>Cheryl knew the importance of keeping well fed while at sea. If the boat was good, there wasn't much to worry about, but you never know when a problem could happen...a problem that could require hours of non-stop work to fix. Eat when you have the chance, she always told the crew of her own vessel, the<em>Sea Sword.</em>She took her own advice, eating a hearty breakfast of eggs and juice in the crew's quarters.<br/><br/>The Sea Sword...her late husband's fishing ship. She had left her first mate in charge of running it while she was aboard the<em>Queen's Emerald.</em>Andre was a reliable man, and had more experience sailing that she did by over a decade. She had faith in him. And while normally she would have preferred to captain her own ship, the<em>Queen's Emerald</em>offered some much-needed cash that would help cover her son's tuition costs at college. He had lost his scholarship, and she'd be damned if she would let him drop out halfway through a petroleum engineering degree.<br/><br/>She climbed up on deck, wearing a light blue windbreaker to stave off the October winds. She tied back her long, dark hair to keep it from blowing about her face. She was still unsure about what exactly the work would entail, but she was confident she could handle it. "Good morning, Stephanie," she said to the young woman on deck, greeting her with a smile. "Excited for today?"