Year, 1990.

Ages, that's what it felt like to him. Dojun sighed and paced around the deck of the ship with his hard heeled boots.

He looked out over the railing of the ship mindlessly as the crew bustled around him, only raising his irritation. He scowled, spitting into the waves below as he realized he was left to his lonesome.

One of the crew members eventually came forward, holding a girl still with little struggle

"Captain Dojun sir, just found a lass down in our bunk." the crew member said in a husky tone

Dojun turned, his eyes running you up and down...

"I see..."