Kara Sanara paused just outside of the jungle with her friends, cocking her head to gauge exactly how close the noisome beast was.  She glanced over her shoulder at the beautiful girls accompanying her and flashed them an eager grin...<br/><br/>Serving aboard the Rebecca in an attempt to get to know the outside world and eventually find the key to the defeat of the Sea Hags, the pink girl could usually be found in the crow's nest, or scrambling around n the rigging—putting her good eyes and keen senses to work scanning the horizon.  The petite girl—though passing strong for her kind—was a hopeless sailor, as likely to be thrown across the decks by the sails as to do anything useful with them, but she’d proven to be a skilled lookout, and able to teach the rank and file a thing or two about knives, axes, and belying pins.<br/><br/>Kara new from her uncle's stories that being forced together in close quarters usually made people either form a tight bond, or quickly degenerate into hateful sniping and frequent fights.  The pink girl was very happy that she'd been developing the first with these girls.<br/><br/>As the only women on the ship, they'd had their own section of the ship all to themselves—one wined attani, a masaquani girl so voluptuous Kara could sleep on her cleavage, and—most exciting of all—two visitors!  They were all her age, too!  It must be  a sign.<br/><br/>The pink girl hadn't been able to help herself, after a week of getting to know these girls—sleeping in a little drafty hold—she'd started crawling into the other girl's hammocks every ngiht to share her warmth and get close to them.