An hour later, she had finished polishing the last of the stanchions that she had been working on. The long, thin poles that held up the lifeline gleamed in the early morning sunlight. She stood back and looked at the work before grinning when she heard the guys cussing again. They had been doing a lot of that this morning.
She picked up the bottle of polish and the rags and carried them down to the galley. She had to admit, the inside was as gorgeous as the outside. She set the polish and rags down on the small table and pulled off her tattered latex gloves. Twisting to the left, she began removing all the clear plastic coverings off of the cushions.
The cabin was small, but built for maximum efficiency. A long, narrow path cut through the center all the way to the front of the hull. At
