<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Georgiana Hastings<br/><em><strong>Lady aboard the English vessel</strong></em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>For days now they had sailed upon calm waters and even then her stomach had lurched and her feet felt as if they were on the sea itself. She was not meant for sea life and yet could not remember any reaction as bad as this on her first crossing so many years before. Then of course she had been but a child and now she was a grown woman returning to India to be with her father. Georgiana had been but an hour on board when she had ordered her maid Clara (http://s11.allstarpics.net/images/orig/b/1/b1q9v6ff7ef88ff.jpg) to unpin the high wig that adorned her head. The very weight of it felt as if it would pull her down as deep as the ships anchor. With it gone she felt a sense of freedom she knew she had not experienced in years. How detestable the mode of the day that would bound and gag a females body so tightly all in the interest of fashion.<br/><br/>Georgiana had adored the moments at the private school when she had her corset unbound and her ribs felt free. Her slender waist, Clara was forever telling her needed cinching considerably to give the illusion of that precious hour glass figure. The young lady detested it all and yearned for the freedom that living with her father in India would entail. The wind from the ocean blew up through the porthole and she felt her insides cower and her countenance tinge a sickly shade.  Williams (http://www.thefancarpet.com/uploaded_assets/images/actor/2601/James_Fleet_27641_Medium.jpg) seemed as averse to the voyage she herself and so she did not hesitate to keep him below decks running errands for her.<br/><br/>It was Clara who broached the deck and regaled them with stories told to her by the ships crew, she spoke of the dolphins that rode alongside the ship, the other vessels in the ocean and attempting to describe the crew had been a riotous affair for the woman was not the most eloquent in her use of adjectives. She was however all the entertainment that Georgiana was assured besides the dinner invitations at the Captains table where she had to dress accordingly though refusing to wear the infernal wigs. The Captain was a decent man, a gentleman and spoke to her politely and asked often after her comfort. It was the commander of the vessel that bothered her greatly, his lewd stares were discomforting and his often outspoken comments about her presence aboard the ship and her ridiculous load of luggage were most insulting but these at least were born back to her from Clara. The looks however she had to contend with at every dinner.<br/><br/>She felt most fortunate when she truly did become sea sick and was regaled to her cabin, even Williams grew as ill as she as they moved further from English shores and moved closer and closer to their destination. The winds picked up and the ship rocked as the waves barraged against her. It was near an entire week of wretched weather so that when at last the sun invariably did break free and the seas calmed somewhat, Georgiana ventured on to the deck to breathe some semblance of fresh air. The salty sting assailed her nostrils and she gripped the port railing as she leaned her head over the side. Far too green and woozy to stay too long on top, she wobbled precariously from side to side as she made her way below once again. Clara and Williams however stayed on deck, Williams welcoming the fresher air of the ocean breeze to what he had been confined to all week long. Clara smiled enjoying the breeze in her hair and knew she had better make the most of this freedom for when they reached India, she would be simply the maid servant with nothing more to do than bake in the infernal heat as she paid heed to Georgiana's needs.