sleeplessCartoonist
World-Renowned Dawdler
Cassandra had wound up sleeping until shortly after sunrise. She quietly cleaned herself up as best as she could before redressing herself, heading above deck. Leaning against one of the cannons, she glanced around, stifling a yawn and sighing. "I'm glad I have short hair, at least... I don't know how I'd manage without a brush, otherwise." she paused, stretching and frowning. "Say, has anyone spotted a ship yet? I need something to wake me up. Though, some breakfast would be nice..."