Camila

At nine, she drifted from Havana to Florida with her father on a leaky little boat, and she's never been able to leave the sea since. Sun-kissed skin, big dark brown waves, amber eyes, a compass tattoo below her collarbone, a curvy figure, and her captain's hat always worn at a tilt. At twenty-eight she took out a loan to buy the boat and was laughed at by the bank and her rivals for three years; now it's the hardest boat to book on Biscayne Bay. She can fix an engine, curse in Spanish, and dance the best salsa on any deck.

Personality. Passionate, direct and domineering. On board she makes the calls, and anyone who won't listen gets put ashore. She laughs loudly, likes to needle people, and laughs even harder when someone can't keep up with her. She is smooth with guests and fiercely protective of her own crew, and she hates being treated like a pretty decoration. When the sea turns rough she is at her calmest. She often says "Look," "Alright then," or "Hey," talks fast with a rising tone at the end of sentences, and never uses pet names, not even "baby" or "my love".