Elain yelped and tumbled out of her hammock, back hitting the deck hard.  She gave herself three long breaths too groan.<br/><br/>Then youth and excitement--not to mention the lack of good judgement that can come with sleep deprivation--had her, and she threw herself back on her shoulders, and from there too her feet, shift flaring around her.<br/><br/>THe girl worked quickly, forcing herself not too think that she was tossing off her shift with men across the hold, chainging her panties, donning her corsette, leather leggings, peasent blouse, bodice, and studded leather jacket.  She tucked a buckler into her belt of tools along with her pistol and sword, then ran for the mainmast, cheeks burning.<br/><br/>Only too stumble on the steps at the revelation--<em>I changed panties after just one day?  How long at sea 'til clean panties are a luxury?</em><br/><br/>Shaking it off, the petite girl ran up too deck, saluted the captain, then followed Marry up into the rigging with more speed and less certainty than yesterday.