Disclaimer: I don't own Sentinel or Pocahontas- I'm not making any profit off this, all credit goes to its rightful owners, ya?
A/N: This is just a preview because I don't know where this is going, but I wanted to upload something.
Jim lugged the last heavy crate up the board to where the other formed a line, passing the crates into the hull. Standing on the deck, he surveyed the crowd below casually. After weeks of preparation, they were finally ready. He heard someone call his name, and looked down grinning, at the gaggle of pretty girls waving their handkerchiefs at him. The last view weeks they had come everyday to gossip and giggle and stare at his straining biceps as he loaded cargo. It wasn't just the girls that stared though-his muscles were the envy of every man on the ship. Grinning, he saluted them.