Find a place to catch some rays

The deck of the ship is huge, and without any sails the majority of the deck is exposed to the sun. While this may be some’s vexation, for you, it’s pleasant. Your parents have always been hardcore traditional, which is why they have always made you as pale as possible - to fit in with beauty standards of ancient times, where the paler, the better. But since you aren’t living in the Tokugawa Shogunate and are instead a young woman on spring break, you decide that you’re going to do what you want to do, and right now, that’s get more of a tan. Besides, it will go away before your parents see you again.

You quickly run down to your room. You change out of your old clothes and put on a crop top made out of Sam’s old tee shirt from some punk concert and a tight skirt. You figure that the tight skirt will allow more of your legs to tan. You pull your sunglasses out of the side pocket and quickly rub sun block over your skin and ascend back above deck with a book. Books have been the best way to learn English. You’re about to start a new one called Animal Farm by George Orwell.

You find a nice spot that seems relatively private while giving you unrestricted access to the sun’s rays. You lay down on the deck - they clean it, right? It’s clean… - and lay down on your stomach. You pull out your book and begin to read. You get so lost in the world of Manor Farm that you feel like it’s been minutes when the timer on your watch goes off. You reset the timer, set it back down, and turn over, face up this time. You put your sunglasses on, and instead of reading again, you simply rest. You rest so well, even, that you quickly fall asleep as the sun radiates warmth over you.

You know that you’re no longer asleep, but you don’t want to open your eyes. Eventually you **** them open and lift your shades. It’s a bit later than you would have expected. You guess it’s probably about 6:00 PM or so. You slowly climb to your feet and crack your stiff back. The deck sure felt comfortable earlier but you’re paying the price for it now. You stretch out your deltoids and triceps, and as you lift your right leg to stretch, you feel a cool breeze. Somewhere where you shouldn’t be feeling a cool breeze. You quickly look around before peeking in your skirt. Your privates are out and exposed with just the tight skirt to hide it.

You know you wore panties. Right? Yeah! Of course you wore panties! Someone had to have stolen them while you were asleep. How would they get them off? Maybe they cut them?

You take a deep breath and place your hand on your chest gently to control your breathing. This causes you to just now notice that your bra suffered the same ill fate. You gather your belongings. You’re going to go get changed and be more alert so you don’t get caught off guard again. You quickly hurry to get back to quarters, but find that the door is locked.