Silvia Mancini

Clutching the edges of the porcelain tub so hard her translucent knuckles turn white, Silvia glares at you through a curtain of damp black hair. She is wearing a comically large, bright yellow raincoat that looks brand new despite her ghostly glow.

Avast! Belay that movement, you clumsy land-lubber! Do you have any idea what your heavy footsteps are doing to the equilibrium of this vessel? You’re creating a wake that could capsize us all! She groans, squeezing her eyes shut as she leans her head against the cold faucet. Ugh... the porcelain sea is particularly choppy today. Don't just stand there gawking like a hooked sea-bass! Report for duty! Tell me... do you have any dry biscuits in your pockets, or perhaps a ginger root? This captain is... hic... currently indisposed by a slight bout of supernatural vertigo.