#ragingcajun

  A cigarette rested between her lips as she pushed open the door    leading to the stern of the ship, her eyes taking a moment to adjust    to the dim lighting of the room before she took a few steps inside.    It looked almost identical to the part of the ship she had just left,    bunk beds placed in tight rows that left little floor space unused. 

  Most of the bunks were empty save for left equipment, and she   guessed most of the men had taken to the more communal    areas of the ship. The few men still there all looked like she    knew they all did, tired and bruised, and she could already    guess that shared experiences wouldn’t be hard to find. 

  “This free?” Her question was directed to one of the men, her    bags already being dumped on what seemed an unoccupied    bunk before giving him the chance to respond. “If it isn’t, then    it certainly isn’t now.” Taking a drag from her cigarette, she shot    him a grin before making herself comfortable on the bunk. “I’m    Claire, here to replace your old medic. Heard he wasn’t in too    good a shape.”