<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8a/93/8e/8a938e82d86d2fba267e2a1ff36d1106.gif)<br/><em>Sea Mistress</em></div><br/>Sea Mistress or simply<em>Mistress</em>to the crew is a merchant vessel (25 crew members plus captain) who also has few cabins for passengers as well. Most cargo is usual norm for the trading vessel; silks, clothing, jewelry, supplies and raw materials delivered to other docks. Cargo bay is at bottom of the ship, then second floor there's eight narrow small cabins which narrow passage leads to crew's quarters where crew sleeps, eats and fucks. As crew has no cabins as only option to sleep is either on deck or these quarters. A large table has been nailed as part of ship's full and there's long bench each side of the table. Any normal stools or chairs would be waste of space and move around too much so alternative to bench was rolling barrel or sailor's lap. Passengers food is served same time as crew's do and eaten same area (or optionally in their cabin once plate is given to them).<br/><br/>Captain Gregor Ilran (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c0/13/be/c013be2f62fbda3d38550ac844364978.jpg) has his own quarters but those are off limits to the passengers (unless they open their legs to give captain comfort during off duty hours). So far crew has been in high spirits, more so as all passengers by quirk of fate have been women, most even fuckable and pretty even! Some even eager! So unusual for journey routine Captain Gregor Ilran has shared a extra barrel of grog to the crew tonight, opened the keg and let crew drink freely during their off hours and constant singing has thundered through the ship since evening (as general drunken revelry).<br/><br/>It's late evening and it has been strong sea wind and sway in<em>Mistress</em>entire day. Captain has sworn he had smelled storm but he saw no clouds in miles nor heard thunder. So he passes on it merely imagine things.