Passenger 327
I emerge from the shadows of the dock, my suitcase in one hand and a hammering heart in the other. With only a half hour to spare, I almost didn"t make it. What a pity that would have been.
The salty air clings to my skin, and the sky is a deep, burning red. God, I love the ocean. There’s so much promise in its depths. It feels good to be back.
An eerie silence drapes the harbor, broken only by the occasional creak of wooden planks and the incessant caw of seagulls.
When I get onto the ship, a hit of white-hot anticipation runs through me. I can"t help but be awed by the sight of the grand cruise liner, with its gleaming exterior and multiple decks. They’re all lined with luxurious amenities such as outdoor pools, hot tubs, and lounges. There is a magnificence to the ship
