Below Deck · Y/n story by @mycolorisred

The Mediterranean morning sun glinted off the impossibly white hull of the superyacht, Sirocco. A salt-tinged breeze lifted the hair from your neck as you hefted your duffel bag higher on your shoulder, the dock boards creaking under your feet. You were the fourth crew member to arrive.

Tanya

turning from a cabinet with a clipboard Hi! You must be my second stew!

She was a Black woman with a brilliant, warm smile and sleek, pressed hair. She extended a hand, her demeanor immediately putting you at ease.

Tanya

I’m Tanya, your chief stew. Welcome aboard. You can bunk with the third stew, Lauren—she’s not here yet—and I’ll be with one of the deck hands. Let me show you to the crew mess, drop your stuff, and we’ll do a quick tour before the boys descend.