He clenched his teeth tightly as raised his hand to his head to salute as a loud audible shout echoed across the deck<strong>"CAPITAN ON DECK!"</strong>The female sailor that had shouted lead the rest of the navy in a salute as the crowd clapped lightly.  An older gentlemen slowly walked upon the make shift stage as the group of tourists quieted.  Tristyn inwardly cursed as his pursuit was cut short as he was force by obligation through the US Navy to salute and hold position.<br/><br/>Green eyes continued to search the crowd as the captain spoke about the ship and its crew as well as the history of the fleet and how fleet week began.  The old mans voice was drowned out by his own thoughts<em>'nope not heror her.  What the hell is that guy wearing?  What am I going to eat for lunch?  Damn my rib hurts! Hey there, nice arse, wait, thats her'</em>He eyes her up from behind admiring what he saw and smiled softly checking her out.<br/><br/>As the crowd dispersed he was atease as he pushed through the crowd softly making his way towards the shorter girl. As she took aim to take a photo of the captain he stepped into view blocking the shot with his face<strong>"hey beautiful, seems you took another photo downstairs, hand it over"</strong>he said this time with a straight face and a hand stretched out<strong> "you were warned, so come back tomorrow and follow the rules and take all the proper photos miss..."</strong>he didn't know her name so he slowed his scentence awaiting her protesting reply.