Name: Judith Elliott
Status: widowed, 'sea changer'
Age: mid 30's
Rank: Officers’ Steward

Nationality: English

Appearance: 5 ft 2, fair,

Hair; deep copper-red, eyes; emerald, cheerful

Appearance; has kept her age well, whose stature reflects a pleasant heart and love of life (and the culinary world). Though far from model material, she's truly comfortable and confident in her own skin; free from the hang-ups and
anxieties of life; the sort of person who finds a trouble shared is a trouble halved - serving as steward/confidant aboard ship has given her the strength to quietly mourn her own deep loss - counting herself lucky when learning of the backgrounds others have faced.

Claim to fame: the only individual serving in the fleet whose ever gotten away with lodging a cleaver several inches into a vessel's bulkhead not a hair's breadth from Capt. Dreadnaught Foster's thieving presence; not only living to
tell the tale (surviving the ordeal of court-martial but also allowing subtly the miscreant's true character to reveal itself in the process - amply earning the respect of her captain and fame throughout the fleet (a few months exile in
sunny Jamaica well worth the price - made a small fortune running a Creole coffee house). Stickler for a well turned-out uniform - all that brass and braid can look fantastic if one takes the time. Handsome in her own flamboyant kind of way notwithstanding a rather smart pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched upon her nose; loves her captain and crew with a dogged loyalty but not afraid to quietly set them aright if she thinks it necessary; ingenious in the galley; made a few modifications to a moonshine still she acquired from a certain rating by the name of Styles just after signing up (a prudent use of her savings) whilst in port - the lure of a half-crown easily parting him from it (he could never get the bloomin' thing to work properly anyway) and bingo bango - enough water for culinary needs - working on a larger model to provide enough drinking water for the crew. Always happy to help others, trustworthy friend of the captain's steward offering a little support or behind the scenes assistance when needed; if the captain's got to entertain difficult company, more than happy to share her experience and some ideas that'll wow them, keeping them off Capt. Jones's back, thereby making the occasion run more smoothly for Constance.

Her ginger tea is a dead set remedy for sea-sickness; is also mindful of the wonderful benefits in keeping ample stocks of top quality chocolate as an essential part of ship's stores - a little pot of this delicacy can calm even
the most frayed nerves (has made a modest sum modifying styles' humble still, perfecting it and selling units to other vessels thereby investing in making that usually most irksome of shipboard life - the food - bearable (a navy sails
on its stomach) a crew that dines well is healthier, of better disposition, happier and by default more dedicated to their cause rendering 'Monstrous's' crew a force to be reckoned with (though there's plenty of room left for swooning
- smile).

Hmm. This has got me to thinking. Judith I know has little problem when meeting new people; e.g. new crewmembers for the first time and has the ability to surmise accurately an individual's character in a relatively short period. Does she act upon what is learnt (especially if one is, erm, shall we say, unsavory? No. Unless they're committing a wrong upon another before her very eyes, she'll let out enough rope for that person to finish off themselves nicely. There is no mask with her - what one sees is what one gets whether you're the ship's boy or an admiral; though respect where due is all part of her   personality.

In battle, though no longer sharp of sight enough to aid her fellow shipmates as an efficient and deadly sniper (learning to shoot in her youth leading to a talented flair for marksmanship), she'll still eagerly ascend into the fighting top whereupon wicked little incendiaries of her making can be delivered to the enemy - first Lt and weather conditions allowing of course; we couldn't have an inadvertently created fire ship helplessly drifting upon us now, could we. Not good; not good at all. She's a keen reader (map-magnifier in hand) not ashamed of this little concession) following all the scientific trends of her day - must really sit down with Capt. Jones when she comes aboard and discuss recent developments in the use of rocketry - Surely the miracle-working Admiral Regent could coax Rugieri out of France onto the winning team. Judith’s a woman who most definitely knows her own mind and is comfortable with her own emotions - especially that of grief (owing to the relatively recent loss of husband) but is unusually very private in this respect - the confidant choosing very carefully indeed the person to whom she herself will confide. Dealing with troublesome captains (other than that aboard her vessel) she has no compunction about doing what is right and just and; in the long run, for the ultimate good of the service...having ably demonstrating her opinions of underhanded theft, captain or no captain, to good old Dreadnaught Foster - shoots straight with virtually all people but gains a perverse delight in winding him up (either subtly or otherwise, depending upon their company) as he bites, hook line and sinker, oh so well - you should have seen his face at the court-martial when capts. Pelu, Regent (Capt. at that time) and deer old Keen (only weeks before his passing (having lived and fought on for years longer than the doctors ever gave him - refusing retirement or an easy way out of any kind - fighting his own battles on his grounds, laying down his sword and shield when he was ready and not a day before)...if not for his long-term
crippling infirmity, Judith is more than sure he would have made a brilliant admiral perhaps even the match of none other than Nelson. he and her dear husband found eternal rest within a week of each other. So there you are, a little more about Judith Elliott; officers' steward.