Spray from the trough of the wave pattered onto the deck. "Stupid water." She growled under her breath, before moving close to the mast. The skipper snickered. He had always enjoyed sailing most, when the richest customer were complaining. She ignored him, moving to place the mast at her back, facing the bow of the little ship. The Wolf Sense was the fastest ship she had access to. She actually enjoyed her travels on this ship. The crew was coarse but respectful, and the skipper had an excellent sense of humour. "Pirate sail ahead!".