Asthma and the High Seas.

Windy wandered through the harbor that was covered in a thin early morning mist. Every walked around like they were dead, and Windy guessed they were on the inside. She rubbed the sleep form her eyes and managed to find her boat with part of it's crew lounging in it. Windy was just about to step into it when the first mate stopped her.
"Ms. Mathers," He said. Windy knew immediately that something was up. They only used the formal when something bad was going on. "You've been transfered."
Windy took the slip of paper from him and turned away from the people she knew so well. People were transfered all the time, but it was always hard. You trust people when your out in the ocean, and when you're shoved into another boat with strangers it's hard to adjust.
Windy looked at the paper. It had the ship's name, captain and dock number. She walked through the growing crowd of people until she finally reached it what she hoped to be the right boat. There was a boy about her age organizing some netting on it's deck.
"Excuse me," Windy whispered. She was always so quiet but now was the time to use her voice. So she spoke again only louder. "Excuse me, is this the Cresola?"

"Good, um I've been transfered here," Windy walked up the ramp to show the boy the note. She tripped over almost everything on the cluttered deck. Net was strewn everywhere and tridents lay in path ways. Random fish hooks were scattered in the netting. Windy made sure to watch out for them. There was even a small crab scuttling over some fish bones. Needless to say it was plain gross. On Windy's old boat, the Mirage, they had t clean up every day. Clean when they got in, clean all day and clean when they docked. It was spotless just like the captain wanted it to be. She figured she wouldn't see eye to eye with this captain, whoever he was.

"Where is the rest of the crew?" Windy asked looking around at the messy deck. It smelled like 10 men lived on the boat 24/7. Windy wrinkled her nose as hermit crab crawled by her foot. She jerked her leg away and looked back at the captain. "You look a little young to be a captain."
She didn't like this guy, his smile was too... practiced. Like he just smiled his way out of things. That's why the boat is filthy.

Windy couldn't help but feel a little desperate. The only person she would be out with was the boy who couldn't even keep up with his own boat! How could one person make such a big mess?
"What area do you work in?" Windy asked. She used to work pretty far out from the shore, maybe they would work somewhere closer. Windy couldn't help it anymore she picked up a part of a net and pulled it over to make a pile. She was going to clean this boat- with the captain's help!

"Far out.." of course. Nothing had to go Windy Mather's way today. That stupid fish! That's all people will talk! Then the captain's yells made her drop the net right into his hands.
"You call this organized? There is nothing organized about it!" Windy was actually yelling, she never yelled at people then again the never really hated a person on first sight before. It's a day for firsts alright.

Windy glared at the Captain but did as she was told and lifted the plank away. This wasn't going to be a good day.
Windy was feeling bolder than usual, mostly because she was angry. So she walked up to the wheel where the boy stood.
"So do you have a name or should I just call you Captain Idiot?" Windy spitted at him, venom filling her voice.

Windy glared at the boy some more and looked at the chair- she'd rather stand. Did he just snort at her name?
"Whatever you say," Windy started over to the chair and when she was right next to Vist she said as clearly as sarcastic as possible. "Captain."
Windy walked past the ugly chair and sat on the side of the boat looking at the water and the boats that were already on the water. The Cresola, such a beautiful name for a dreadful boat. Windy decided to do something useful and picked up a piece of metal on the deck and started to shape it into a hook.