The Esploras had continued her journey during the night while most of the crew slept. The night crew consisted mostly of the men that no one knew much of, because they were typically sleeping while the day crew manned the great vessel. It did not take many - someone at the helm, another manning the masts, another doing the rigging, and two or more hands to make sure everything else seemed to be in order. The night crew's job was not to make up for lost time or to do anything more than just keep the ship on track and afloat, so they were not the most intriguing of men.
However, as soon as the sky became tinged with yellow and orange lights, the hands came below the decks and began knocking on the cabins of the regular crew. The captain, Darcy's father, was naturally woken first, a hearty breakfast delivered right to him. Darcy was always second, as she was one of only two or three females who ever step foot on the ship. Currently, her sister was off at school (pfft, school) and the other females had not boarded, as the crew of the ship was very fluid and rarely complete. Darcy did not enjoy sleeping in the cabin alone, but she had been caught by her father every time she tried to sneak into the other cabins.
She told the night crew that she would wake everyone else, and hurried down the corridor. She had not done anything with her hair, so, even as short as it was, it was properly messed up. Her boots made the planks below her grunt and she zipped up her jacket as she approached. The first cabin was the crew that never changed, the ones that only got off the boat with her father. She burst inside.
"Wake-y, wake-y, bastards!" she yelled cheerfully. Immediately, a pot was thrown at her and she happily dodged it, before tossing it back. "Make your own breakfast, Lyle."
Bryce, her best friend, was already awake, and was tightening his belt. He quickly pulled a shirt on and strode past her. "I'll save you some sausages," he said by means of greeting. She smiled and turned, hurrying to the next cabin.
This one was significantly smaller because it did not house as many bunks. It was a bit bigger than her own and held three bunks, meaning that six could peacefully slumber there. Only two were in though - the father of one of the crew had hitched a ride and intended on sleeping away the trip as much as possible, and the other had sailed with them before and immensely intrigued Darcy. To be fair, though, there were few people who did not intrigue the girl.
"Oliver, it's time to get up! Breakfast will be served soon, and we have to get going if we want to reach the Bahamas by Tuesday." Oliver was cool because he did not pay to sail - he worked alongside them all. She respected that.