Beth sat at the bar next to a cousin of hers, or was it an Uncle. She could never quite remember the relation. Hell half the time she was lucky if she remembered the name. There were too many of them, some weren't actually related either. He was cracking a joke about a cabin boy and a donkey. It wasn't funny, none of this cousin's... No definitely an Uncle, jokes were funny. Beth gave him a laugh though at the punch line. Got to humor the family, they'd keep her secret and she'd do favors here and there. 

This Uncle's favor had been easy, come for a drink. She preferred bars that weren't so... seedy. Beth had made him swear to call her Dave, and she dawned her boy clothes. There was no way she was going to hang out at a bar where she might finally get a flight out of this humid hell hole in her dress. She'd burn the dress if it didn't have its uses at times.

Beth's hands unconsciously played with one of her navigator's tools. One of the older ones. A bit rarer and seen about never. Since compasses had come into favor no one wanted to do the math anymore. That was Beth's strong point. She could do it all in her head, faster than most. Could hardly read, but she was the best navigator in the skies. Had started beating out old salts before she had moved up from a simple grunt. 

She grinned at that memory. The first time she had saved the ship from going way too far out of the way. The door opened and Beth glanced open, loosing the memory as some merchant looking man came in. It was hard to work for merchants. What was he doing in this bar though? 

Uncle whatever his name was, patted her on the shoulder. "Dave," Good he wasn't drunk enough to forget that. "How long ya stayin' the lady wants ta know?"

"Till I can catch a new boat." She gave her uncle a grin and looked up half praying for a lift out of this hell hole.