Andromeda was stationed on the deck, currently working on cleaning the railing around the ship of grime and bird poop. It wasn't glamorous, but after 6 months at sea, she was so used to it that it was meditative and rhythmic. It hand't been an easy start, the work was hard and it felt like every day was the hardest, but after a few weeks of building muscle and learning her way it finally got easier. Now she felt she was simply part of the crew, one of the guys.
Behind her she could hear a conversation between a few of the other mates, and she wasn't paying attention until she heard them mention her, then her attention perked up a little to listen.
"The only reason she be here is to warm his sheets." The muscular pae was stating casually, clearly talking about the only 'she' on board the ship.
Andromeda's eyes narrowed and she dropped the scrubbing brush into the metal bucket with a loud clang. "Oy! Me thinks ye should be rethinking that statement!" She walked up to him, her grey eyes like cold steel on him. "I not now, nor ever, 'warmed his sheets'. I'm not his whore."
The man laughed heartily at her. "Ye think he be keeping you around for another reason, lass? Yer not'n but a pair of legs to-"
The loud crack resonated through the deck of the ship, seeming to echo off any surface. She pulled her fist back from where his face had been and rubbed the knuckles, the crew-mate having taken a couple steps back from surprise of the blow. "I be worth my weight, just like any member here. He'd have tossed me overboard were that not the case!"
With a step to the side, she quickly moved out of the way of the larger man as he charged at her to repay the damage done. She was lighter and faster than him, but she knew if he got a grasp on her she'd be beaten bloody.
Tartara Seabreeze