Sitting on the edge (open?)

Samara stood on the edge of the ship watching the waves crack against the ship as the wind whipped across her face. Her Dark brown curls being pushed behind her by the wind. Her mind somewhere far behind the ship and the waves that crashed upon it. Somewhere beyond the dark and stormy clouds upon the horizon.

In her hands she clutched a sketchbook her knuckles white her nails leaving imprints upon the paper dampened by the water carried by the wind. Her jacket blown back by the wind revealing her black underbust corset and white top.

Serenade walked along the ship, relishing in the cool breeze that played with her hair. She spotted another girl on the edge and smiled. Might as well meet someone, right?

"Hi there," she came up to stand next to girl, putting a hand through her hair so that it wasn't in her eyes. "I'm Serenade Locque."