The cruise ship carrying Kimi's foster family made it to Hawaii.
Though the storm was powerful enough to damage the ship, it wasn't powerful enough to sink it. It just did enough damage to force the ship to anchor off some atoll Kiribati while the crew worked on the ship. Luckily, the repairs weren't extensive and it only took about a day for them to make the necessary repairs until they reached Hawaii. It took them a few more days, to finally reach Honolulu, but they were late. Unfortunately. The company wasn't going to be happy.
But Capt. Turan had to remind them that it was better they got there safe, sound and intact, then sink. Imagine the Senate hearings!
But they made the 1,300-mile trip with a limping ship that would need a little more maintenance before it could sail back to Australia. Hey, if it means more time in Hawaii, then the passengers were fine with that! Especially since the hotel was on the company!
Capt. Turan had a favorite bar in Honolulu that he liked to frequent whenever he came here. Said bar was popular with foreign nationals, tourists and even locals, despite not being a tourist-trap kind of bar, like so many bars that probably drive Hawaiian locals of all stripes (white, black, Asian, Native Hawaiian) CRAZY. Whatever. It was on N Hotel Street, nestled in a square-shaped block of businesses, just a bit north (west) of the downtown office buildings.
The bar itself wasn't a dive bar, or like mentioned earlier, a tourist trap. It was just a local, neighborhood bar that just happened to be popular with a wide range of clientele. Today, however, it wasn't hopping, which is a good thing. Bars are usually better when they're not hopping with people, and thus they feel more like a secret meeting spot instead of an open cacophony. Then again, if the bar's popular, then they must be doing something right.
And though he is a practicing Muslim, Capt. Turan enjoyed the occasional drink, as he sat down next to a man wearing an FBI cap. Drunkenness was forbidden. Consumption of alcohol was not. Seriously, there's verses in the Quran that support this. And there's no verses that threaten hellfire if anyone actually DOES have a drink. And besides, Turkey's pretty lax when it comes to alcohol—SHOT
Capt. Turan ordered a lager and looked up at the screen to see a news story about his ship. He sighed in frustration and exasperation. "ONE passenger falls off my ship and it's all over the news," he bemoaned.
"Who was it?" the man in the FBI hat asked.
Capt. Turan cursed himself for speaking out loud. "I can't tell you," he said. "Because that would violate my passengers' privacy."
"Fine," the man in the FBI hat replied. "By the way, I didn't expect you to lose a passenger, Omer."
Capt. Turan rolled his eyes and turned to the middle-aged man sitting next to him. "Jack Klinsmann," he said, shaking the man's hand with a warm smile. "How have you been?"
"Been going great," said Jack.
"Are you still with the FBI?"
"No, I've got a private firm now," said Klinsmann.
"Oh, so you're going the Private Eye route," Capt. Turan said with a smile. "Any dames come into your office looking for the Maltese Falcon?"
"Not yet, but I'm keeping my eyes out," he said. He turned to the TV and the story about the overboard passenger. "First time that's ever happened to you?"
"Unfortunately," said Omer. "And I know who it was."
"Who?" Jack asked.
"I can't tell you who, but I know where they are. I got a call from my friend John Tamou a few days ago who told me that our missing passenger washed ashore on Greystoke."
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Julie and the Jungle Girl
ПриключенияKimi Fujioka was suffering. She'd done so under the thumb of her abusive foster family for too long, and often dreamed of meeting the famous Julie "The Jungle Girl" Vidic. She gets the opportunity when she falls off a cruise ship and washes ashore o...