Scott glanced up, as the loudspeaker began giving out orders and then down at the boxes. He didn’t mind stripping down. Privacy wasn’t something he got a lot of on the boat and often enough during the warmer months, the crew worked with as little on as they could. Besides, it would be nice to get out of his stained clothing and be dressed just like everyone else, in nothing. Setting his bag in one of the boxes, he yanked his teeshirt off in one quick motion and tossed it on top. Calloused and scared fingers worked the belt he was wearing opened and unzipped his pants. Thrusting his thumbs into the waistband along his hips, he push off pants and boxers, down until they were around his boots, which he stepped out of and placed the whole lot into the box, before labeling it.<br/><br/>Clicking the lock shut, he glanced around, having a few seconds before he’d be able to get through the congested door to the next room. His eyes slide off his fellow men, nothing he was really interested in seeing there but mismatched orbs lingered over the women. He flashed Wade a big smile and whistled, as she struck a pose, showing off her ample bust and an ass to die for. Blue and green switched over to admire Nerys, Amy and Miranda in turn, each getting a smile all her own. So many pretty girls, it was making his blood stir and flow southward, to the only part of his anatomy, which wasn’t described as lean.<br/><br/>Anyone looking back at Scott, would find a hard, wiry body with a working tan. His arms and face were the darkest (which with his being of Irish and English stock, didn’t mean he was too dark), followed by his torso. The tan stopped at his waist, leave a pale area from hips to mid thigh, marking the one of two places on his body, which never saw the sun. From mid thigh to mid calf, had the lightest tan. There was a second pale area on him, from where his boots always covered his lower legs and feet. They would also see a deal of short, light colored body hair, which was trimmed short but never shaved. His growing but still mild arousal, showed off that he could get to a respectable length, with pleasing girth, should any be interested in seeing him fully erect.<br/><br/>Sticking with the group, he walked into the next room and found himself standing between Nerys and Miranda, as they all handed over the folders. The strip of tape from his folder was placed higher up and further to the left on his chest, due mostly to the placement of his personal tattoo, a large Celtic Cross (http://www.ireland-fun-facts.com/images/complex_celtic_cross.jpg), which ran from just under his throat, down to his waist and from underarm to underarm. His teeth gritted a little, as the tape was burned into his skin, He could think of ten things that hurt worse right off the back. It left his name, that his blood was AB positive, Christian and the letters NKA beneath a barcode. He wasn’t overly religious but you did need to pray to someone, when your boat’s being tossed like a bath toy in a storm and there was a big cross inked into his skin.<br/><br/>“Maybe” whispered Scott with a smile, leaning a little towards Nerys, as she whispered a question to him, “They’ll take measurements and tattoo those on us. Not too humiliating for me I guess. Other then that, maybe this is when they’ll shave us or make us run around outside naked.”<br/><br/>“I’m cheaper than Amy” he said, straightening a little and looking over at Miranda, when she asked the going rate, “Three Loonies for me.”