Fin walked across the boat deck, gently nudging an empty crushed soda can with the toe of her black boots as she walked. She didn't get sick often, and water never seemed to bother her too much. Her short black hair caught in the wind, sending the curls away from her sea green eyes. Looking for any signs of land she walked over to the railing and leaned against it. 

The salty air filled her nose, making her sneeze into her elbow. This trip had better be worth it- she silently thought to herself as she heard the sounds of someone losing their breakfast on the other side of the boat. Fin let her hands grip the railing until her knuckles blanched white. Fin knew her visible scar and shaved section of her hair made her seem demonic-sadistic, but secretly Fin just wanted company. She didn't even really need anyone to speak to her- she just wanted to feel human.