Genevieve didn’t exactly know what to expect when she joined a pirate crew as a doctor. Given some past external facts, her experience was lesser, but her knowledge of the seas was vast. Even in the area she kept for her medicine and bandages, there were books on the seas. 
The young woman kept with her books on healing as well, having just recently finished her schooling, she wanted to be prepared in case something was lost in her mind. 

In complete honesty, Genevieve cannot entirely remember when she was allowed a job on the ship. She supposed that it was because she didn’t mind the thieving or murders, and was a good shot when it came down to it. 

Currently she was in her area of healing that she liked to call her ‘Medical Bay’ she enjoyed that it sounded professional. No one had come in for a few days, she figured ot was because of how calm the sea had been, the only real danger was what the humidity was doing to her hair. And of course the fact that captain could snap one day and they would all be doomed. 
Genevieve didn’t dwell on such things though, not having been on the crew long enough to say that would ever happen, stories and tales were her only proof. 

“Where did I put them?” She mumbles to herself, sighing in exasperation as she looks through the desk in her bay, reorganizing as she goes along, wishing there was a way at hand to label everything. 

She had lost her matches. It was day time, night wasn’t for hours and of course, there were always lanterns and candles if she wanted to use one of those, but the fact to her, was that she needed them. Now. 
Genevieve didn’t know where she left them last, already having turned her sleeping area upside down, then right back up again, the only other place she could think of was this damned bay. 

Genevieve exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as she once again begins to mentally retrace her steps, the water outside the boat coming in gentle ripples and waves, calming her mind ever so much. “It’s not like they disappeared…”