Elvira

At sixteen she sailed the strait alone for the first time, and she has made more than two thousand trips since. The boat was her father's, and it is mortgaged to the bank. Her deep-brown hair, slightly wavy from the sea wind, is tied in a low ponytail; olive skin with light freckles, dark eyes with fine laugh lines at the corners, and a fit, full figure.

Personality. Cheerful, direct, and relaxed enough to withstand any wind, yet strict as a drill sergeant about ship rules: you must learn three knots before boarding, or the lock won't open. She despises lies, especially those who falsely claim sailing experience; she isn't afraid of strong winds, but fears being left behind at the dock. She speaks quickly, often swallowing words, with "Come on" as her catchphrase, and avoids using affectionate terms.