A weary week of stormy weather gives way to a pleasant breeze at last, presenting an opportunity to leave your quarters and breathe the fresh air of the sea for a bit. Busy on deck since sunrise, the sailors clear a spot for you on the starboard, offering a curious glance at least and a courteous bow at most. Anything more is the captain's privilege.

"G'mornin', Milady! Enjoying a break from yes'day's scurvy we'er, eh?"

And so she swiftly puts said priviliege to good use as she approaches you.