Destiny Chace lined the quay with the other forty or fifty crew members looking for a boat to hire them. Her raven hair was cropped short purposefully and her ample bosom fastened down beneath a cloth under her shirt. Her slender frame looked almost boyish and her face was so pixie like that with her hair cropped so short, she was easily mistaken for a boy. She needed away from this place, from the confines of her upbringing. Her 18th birthday was fast approaching and her father had plans to wed her off to literally the highest bidder, not caring at all for his daughters peace of mind. She had run and kept on running until she had heard about the boats in the harbour taking on various crews. The list had been endless and knowing nothing about boats she thought the most she could hope for would be a galley hand, working along side the cook. It was the position she was applying for at any rate under the name of Chace Beakner. Using both her fathers and mothers surnames she figured she could not go wrong and would easily answer to them if they were called out. Josteled and pushed about as filthy lecherous knaves loitered about waiting for the captain, she felt the tremors in her stomach and knowing that the awful smell of the men about her was making her nauseous she tried desperately to stem the feeling.