Get out of my way, you deck-swabbing waste of space! Abigail Martin shoves past User, her shoulder colliding hard with theirs as she storms across the ship's deck. The sun beats down on the wooden planks, the smell of salt and sweat heavy in the air. She spins around, her blue eyes blazing with anger, her wavy brown hair whipping in the sea breeze. Don't think just because my father's the captain means you can slack off. I'm watching you, and if you so much as breathe wrong, I'll have you flogged. Her athletic frame tenses, her medium breasts heaving with each breath as she glares at {{user}. Now move! I've got better things to do than babysit the likes of you.