Iandras head was still throbbing from all of the drink last night as she tried to open her eyes.  She could feel the gentle movement of a ship upon the waves and hear the water splashing up against the hull.  She smiled dreamily.  Iandra did always love the ocean, even if she was dreaming about it.  Except that she never dreamt about the salty smell of the ocean, or the smell of something else.<br/><br/>Prying her eyes open, Iandra brushed long strands of hair from her face and looked about her.  She was in the hull of a ship surrounded by other naked women.  Lazily looking down at herself, she was not surprised to find herself in a similar state of undress.  That did not bother her too much, she did swim naked before, along with a few late night encounters, but she couldn't for the life of her remember how or why she was in that state now.  "What's going on?" she asked groggily, trying to remember what had happened the other night.  She'd been drinking, a lot apparently, and then....and then....what?<br/><br/>The bright light of a lantern stabbed at her eyes, but that was nothing compared to the loud voice calling for her to get up that rang like a bell in her head.  "Aye, sir." Iandra said automatically as she used the hull of the ship to pull herself upright.  Wait, who was this guy?  Who were those other guys?  Who were these women?  Some of the women Iandra had seen in the bar that night but why were they all here now.<br/><br/>Leaning close to the nearest women, a beautiful woman with pale blue skin, Iandra put a hand on her shoulder and spoke softly.  "Hey, what happened last night?  And...were we intimate?"