Gwen found herself resting against the railing of the ship, taking a slow drag from her cigarette filter. It helped keep the ashes from getting on her fur, and it just looked more esteemed than simply smoking the cigarette by itself. She had always been a woman of standards. The sight of distant islands and the endless crystal waters of the sea brought the spirit a sense of comfort, that even in death she is still able to find adventure and possibility.

A sudden sound caught her attention.