"We're raising anchor! All aboard!" The sailor's voice rang out, alerting the passengers to board.
"Wait! Hold on! Don't leave yet! WAIT!" A girl, her long, blonde hair flowing out from beneath the tightly-wrapped red bandana on her head, came running towards the boat, yelling.
"We were about to leave without ye, little miss. Please sign in on our guest log, and climb aboard," The sailor said, motioning to a book laying open nearby. "Alone, are ye?"
The girl shuddered at the mischievous twinkle in his eye. "No, I'm not. My friend, Mel is already on board. We're heading to the islands together. Why do you ask?"
His face fell, and he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment as he answered. "Oh, nothing to worry your pretty head about, Miss- Lydia, is it? What a pretty name. Enjoy your voyage. We'll be shoving off soon."
Lydia boarded the ship, and headed for her room. When she found it, she found the door partially open, and someone humming a low tune inside. "Melody! I'm here!" Lydia called as she pushed the door open. She was very surprised to find the sailor she had been talking to outside sitting in an armchair in the corner.
"Good afternoon, Lydia," the man said, raising one eyebrow questioningly at the shocked expression on her face. "What? You didn't expect me here? I know this boat better than you. It wasn't all that difficult to get here before you."
"Wh-why are you here?" Lydia asked, never the brightest. "What do you want from me?"
"You really have to ask?" He said, standing from his chair and taking a step towards her. "I thought it would be obvious, especially to a pretty girl like you."
"Now I'm really confused," Lydia mumbled, taking a few steps away from him, farther into the room. "What is it that you want from me?"
"You poor, disillusioned girl," the sailor said, walking over to the door and closing it. "Think for just a moment. What could a strong man like me want with a beautiful girl like you, so badly that I came all the way here? Something I can't get from my crewmates?"
Confusion clouded over Lydia's face as she pondered what he had said. As she thought, the man got closer and closer, until they were almost touching. He waited there for her to realize what was happening. When she did, a look of horror flashed across her face. She tried to scream, but the man had placed a dirty hand firmly over her mouth and was pushing her face down onto the only bed in the room.