A handsome but wimpy looking man.

You see a handsome 20 year old man looking back up at you. You wouldn't call yourself sickly but you're definately a little frail. A bit pale too, but you couldn't tell because of the purple floor.

Speaking of purple, you notice that the color scheme for the ship is definately odd.  Everything from the floors to the life preservers were varying shades of purple.  As you look over at one of the life preservers you learn that the name of the ship is the S.S. Velvet.  As good a name as any for a ship.

What worries you most isn't the ship but everything surrounding the ship.  Nothing.  Not a damn thing.  As far as you can tell, the Velvet is a purple beacon in the middle of a pitch black void.  No, it's more than a void.  It's as if the darkness was a physical tangible presence.  What's more, there seems to be shadowy figures lurking in the darkness, but every time you turn to look, it vanishes.

The darkness makes it hard to tell up from down and you quickly become disoriented.  You barely make it to the railing in time to purge a second rate airline meal from your stomach.  You thought you'd feel better after that, but it doesn't help.  You finish spitting out what's left in your mouth and turn away from the railing wiping your mouth off with a sleeve. . . who's sleeve is this anyway?  You don't wear purple.  You follow the arm up to it's owner but stop at the nicest rack you've ever seen.  It's barely contained inside of a buttoned up coat.  "Ahem" the tits say.  You look up into the purple eyes of the tits owner.  Her stone cold gaze has a sobering effect on you and you straighten up immediately.  She's blond (you were expecting purple) with a beautiful face, if only her eyes weren't so cold.

You apologize profusely over and over again and only until she motions for you to stop.  "Welcome aboard, Mr. Doe" she says in a husky monotone "the captain would like to meet you.  Please follow me."  With that she turns and walks away.  It doesn't seem to bother her in the least that you used her sleeve as a napkin.  You don't wanna trust anything or anyone on this ship, but it seems you have **** but to follow.  Still. . .