A woman standing 5'5" watches the men work around her. A gust of wind tussles her long dark hair. The bright morning sun easily warms her through her form fitting clothes and glints off the metal of the cutlass on her left hip.

Standing on the dock next to a docked cutter ship men busy themselves loading supplies on the ship. She didn't need to look around at the long stares she's getting from the people passing dock workers, sailors and the few random people heading off to passenger vessels. She's been at this long enough to be used to the stares and whispers.

Sailing like many other male dominated trades always draws looky-loos whenever something different pops up. Crossing her arms she shifts her weight to one foot enjoying the sun, breeze and down time. Things will pick up once her crew returns from their well earned down time and they get underway.