<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Theresa03.jpg)</div>Theresa didn't realize they were in a storm until  the bos'n intruded into her cabin and swept away the eager young ensign that until then was really rocking her world.  If looks could kill, the daggers darting from her eyes would have slaughtered the grizzled deckhand.  He noticed the look, but ignored it, instead taking time even in the circumstances to run a lascivious glance along her nude and panting form.<br/><br/>"Beg pardon ma'am!" He excused himself unapologetically as he admired her body for the moment it took the young officer to climb into his pants.  "Cap'n want's you on'tha bridge."  He told the frustrated and embarrassed boy.  Then he left, but not without another appreciative and overly bold glance towards the<em>lady</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"What is it Kyern?"</strong>She asked the young man already making his way out of the room.<br/><br/>"It has to be the storm.  Can't you feel it?" He answered, and then he was gone.  Not even a kiss, the little shit.<br/><br/>She did feel the unnatural motion of the vessel, now that the distraction was gone.  If they were calling the all hands on deck, then it must be bad.  Hastily, she started to dress...<br/><br/><hr/>Except for the headache, the pain wasn't intense, but it was pervasive.  Every inch of her body felt abraded, bruised, or raw.  Like the aftermath of particularly rough but not very good sex.  And her head pounded like a halfling drummer was trying to beat his way out of her skull through her left eye socket.  Her back burned, and she itched.  Her whole body itched.  It was the burning urge to scratch that finally got her up off the sand.  Sand?<strong>"Kyern?"</strong>She asked, though she was already remembering that he was gone.  She was dressing, and then she was here.  Confused memories of the whole world turning upside down, of a desperate fight for breath, and cool sharp pain as salt-air cut into her burning lungs, a hand, and then... nothing.  Sitting, her bare tail perched into a self-created cup in the sand, she pulled her knees to her chin and rocked, hoping the pain in her head would stop.<br/>