((I'll give it a shot!))
Work last night had been killer, Zady was slumped on her bed still at gone midday, only the feeling of three or four hungry dogs licking her face woke her up fully, even then she fell out of bed and could have sworn she felt the whole boat bob because if it. Groaning and rubbing her soar head she would rummage through her storage in the captain's cabin to find her white, black and orange hoodie, which was found rather quickly, and pulled onto her torso. Today was the day of a rather big race, she had to tend the horses, make sure they were all ready, groom them, feed them... Slinging a saddle and some reins over her shoulder she would make her way down the dock which was attacked to the side of her boat, custom made actually. See her boat never went anywhere, no it was not just used as a giant house. The docks held a three tiered stables, the best jumpers were held at the top, where as the breeding pairs were held at the bottom, the breeding pairs were often also the race horses, being the fastest. She also had a slight feeling she may get bothered a little later for one of these horses by some of the other residents of the island, it wouldn't surprise her.