Post by Jade on May 24, 2020 0:13:53 GMT -5
Harley's restful sleep, after a night full of laughter and food, was interrupted by sudden wet - she trashed upward until she was sitting upright, arms kept loosely between her crossed legs. The mountain of a woman sat like that for a bit longer until she finally looked up to the starless, just beginning to lighten sky overhead, getting her face wet from the light rain coming down for her troubles.
As she looked about the deck, she remembered more of the night's events - laying out on the deck of the Whiskey Runner, under the brilliant night sky, content after a day of physical exertion and having something of an after-party with the people who had taken part in the day's events with her. Sayuri and Guy, at least, seemed to have headed inside sometime after Harley had fallen asleep; neither of them were anywhere to be seen on the deck.
The big brute pushed off from the deck, up onto her feet, and walked over to the cabin area of the Whiskey Runner, only to stop and look off to the small boat's starboard side at a shape that was unfamiliar in her morning grogginess. It took Harley another minute of just staring at it until it finally clicked in her head - it was Guy's strange house-vessel that she'd picked up and flipped over as they had been leaving the island the day prior, lashed to the Whiskey Runner in order to keep the two ships close to one another. Still standing right in front of the door into the cabin, Harley's expression soured as she realized that she still didn't know the name of Guy's boat.
Harley's mental processes were finally interrupted by the rain's intensity shifting from an annoying drizzle to an outright downpour in an instant. The brawny woman started, grabbing the door's handle and bending over in order to barge into the cabin area, out of the rain.