(place holder reference until i draw my character)

One crew member hadn't left the ship, preferring to hang out where no one would notice them. Reaching roughly five feet in height they were pretty insignificant to begin with. Dark brown hair that was kept to about ear length was pinned down sometimes by the eyepatch that was worn to cover the eye that had been blinded as a child by hot burning embers. A gift from a crazy and abusive step father.

Sammy Netmender for all intensive purposes looked like a young boy for the lack of facial hair and the flat chest. She of course was perfectly content for people to think that even though she just has a small frame and a flat chest making her look younger than she was. She wore baggy shirts to hide the little bit of chest that she did have and kept it bound tight despite there not being much to bind.

Now she stood peering over boxes on the deck to look at the dock to check if the crew was coming back on board yet before she would flee below deck again with a couple of the boxes to store them. Grunting with the effort the entire time since she wasn't very strong. Using her legs as the main force though allowed her to get heavier objects moved, but it meant dragging things across the deck that she would have to touch up later before people noticed.