The figure was surprisingly delicate given the profession she claimed to belong to. Lithe fair limbs, long and gracefully curved as a woman should be, although certainly she'd been graced more amply than most. Knowing the state of her figure she'd clad herself in a devious distracting set of leather stays, laced so tight one might believe she couldn't breath in them. Yet beneath the stays practical white linen chemise and a pair of tattered striped slops completed her outfit. The slops, fit for a male counterpart still served to show off the curve of her hips and of course the slashes and tatters distractedly exposed the pale of her calves and even up to her thigh. A pair of worn boots, seemingly too large for her, and likely stolen from the powder monkey would offer her feet protection from the splinting wood of the deck. Bone-hoops have been threaded through each earlobe, as well as shimmering golden rings that gleam mellowly in the setting sun. Yet, ultimately it would be her topaz twinkling gaze and copper length of hair - tied back from the sun and her face with a sullied paisley scarf that would attract and keep your attention.