Room 206, Tuesday Afternoon

She mightn't have had as bad a time of it was some, but that didn't mean Isabela was particularly happy about the weekend. Her favourite methods of not dealing with things involved sex, drink and dirty books, and she didn't have the first two handy, so she was stretched out along the bed with a pen and a notebook.

...Still half entangled in the fishing net, the man tried to stand, wet, torn clothes clinging to his form and outlining a muscular physique.

"Well, it's not dinner," the Captain declared, her voice booming across the deck. "But this is certainly the catch of the day."

[Door and post open.]