Her sleep-shirt was immodest, the hem only falling to mid-thigh, and the collar was outrageously low, but it was what she felt most comfortable in. She leaned over the tall banister and stared down at the ship where it met the water and sliced almost silently across the surface of the ocean. She took a deep breath of salt-scented air and grinned at the freedom she felt humming across her skin like the soft breeze that was filling the sails. 'What are you doing?' Marielle jumped, whirling around in shock. Spike was wrapping her in his shirt, pulling her close to his side to block her from the view of the slowly stirring sailors. 'Spike! I… I was…' He scowled down at her and darted a glance over his shoulder. 'There is no way you can get back to your room and your clothes without being seen. You’re a first year,' he said with a glare. 'And the only female on board. Do you not understand the effect that months of celibacy have on a man?' He practically growled his frustration and leaned forward to rest his hands on the banister. He trapped her between his arms and glared down into her violet eyes, which had paled to tinted silver in her fear. I drew a man!!!! And he looks like a man!!!!!