Fushaka blushed as the Captain winked at her. What did that mean? Was she planning something? Trying to tell Fushaka something? Was she interested in Fushaka herself? It was all so, mind-blogging. Why the world couldn't simply be moving from one broken bone to the next, then she might be able to understand it. But this, these winks and smiles and comments and insults, all to much for her. And Rum. Lots and Lots of rum. It was like Pirates ran off rum, but Fushaka could hardly stand the smell of it. So, to take her mind of the confusing state of the world, she looked about again, leaning further back on the side than most people would find comfortable and looking back at their own ship. It bobbed slowly in the water, casually, like it didn't really care about the world. Which was probably true, ships and boats didn't really mind, they had a simple life. Float here, shoot that, don't sink. After a few seconds, Fushaka decided she wanted to be a ship.