bathing was a sore point.  Mary had been adrift for days.  A quick look around, and she spotted an open water keg, sniffed it... fresh enough.  She pulled off her boots and clothing with only a little shyness, and started lathering up with a bar of sopa found near a basin.  A bit harsh, but no matter.  Itwas used for scrubbing pots, most likely.  It would do, she had quite a layer of grime to get off.  There was enough sllightly stale water to wash, sluice, wash and sluice again.  And thankfully, she had clean clothes to change into, not the smelly garb she had been in.  She let that soak in the remnants of the water, with some shaved soap for good measure.<br/><br/>But she hestated before dressing.  She raised her hands to her now cleanish hair, elbows held out, and slowly turned for him.<br/><br/>A boyish but female form pale where the sun didn't strike it, straplike female muscles, small high breasts, small nipples.  Not much body hair, her dose of indian blood saw to that.<br/><br/>She reached for her clothes, hesitated, then dressed quickly, saying quitely "Others may come aboard, come here at any moment.  Like him, she went barefoot shipboard.  Better feel for the rigging that way.