Jawza woke up naked, which didn't worry her, and she smiled to herself remembering the elf bitch last night - a stuck-up bitch whom she wouldn't normally give the time of day to, but damn if she wasn't good in the sack for a one-night stand.<br/><br/>The hard wood of the deck she was lying on was more concerning. The cheap inn bed was no feather mattress, but it was slightly - just slightly - better than this.<br/><br/>What really set off the alarm bells in her head, though, was the grogginess and headache of a hangover, as if she had drank too much. It wasn't as though she never drank until she blacked out, but she made it a habit never to drink too much when she was expecting company in bed - what was the point if she couldn't remember and savor the night the morning after?<br/><br/>Before she got the chance to pursue her train of thought to its logical conclusion, the door burst open and the light - the light! Shielding her poor eyes with one hand, she squinted at the new arrivals. The leader started shouting at them to get up, and everything clicked into place. Not again! The elf bitch had seemed a tad too easy, come to think of it.<br/><br/>The sharkgirl turned her head and saw her fellow victims - all of them women. Was the captain looking for more sailors or more "companionship" for his crew? She got to her feet, apparently uncaring of her nudity as she stepped forward, arms akimbo. "Pipe down ye lout! Zan't you zee ve fragile ladiez need our beauty zleep?" she snarled, her lips lifting to reveal razor sharp teeth.