New Divide

New Divide: 43

Leaning her arms against the railing in front of her, Margo looked blissfully around. There were other people walking around on deck looking cheerful and content with the warm sun which was beating down on them.

Smiling as a small child ran past her, she pushed her hair over her shoulder and out of her face when the breeze gently blew through it and caused her vision to be cut off.

Leaning her chin against her arms she looked down to the waters below her. Bright blue and foamy, she doubted it looked as warm as it appeared. Looking up at the sky and the white clouds she let out a short sigh through her nose.

It was just mere hours ago that she was trying to cut through those clouds, only she found that she couldn't. Them being too high up and all. She turned slightly fuzzy headed and fell downwards through the air only to come to and fly straight again.

It was a spot of luck really noticing a large white cruise ship below her. Sneakily she lowered herself down and landed on a stranded part of the deck. No one knew she was there. No one knew she was a stowaway, and as far as she knew no one ever would.

Being out in the open caused no harm, she did after all just look like any other holiday maker. Though her disposition may have been slightly less cheery than those that surrounded her.

With a sigh she leant her chin against her hand. Were cruise ships honestly this slow? She hoped it would be fast, but it didn’t seem to be travelling very fast. She pondered whether in truth she was faster. She didn't exactly wish to find out. That'd involve sneaking off, and it seemed that there were more people out now than there was earlier when she arrived.

With a quiet chuckle she moved away and took to roaming the deck. She may as well find out what was going on on board. She was here for the long haul really. As lazy as that was of her, it was a free ride.

Sitting down on a deck chair she put her bag by her feet and leant back in it. She watched as some performer darted around the deck doing, whatever it was he was doing, she honestly didn't know. Whatever it was was seemingly funny because people were laughing.

With a frown she fidgeted in the chair and crossed her arms. Was this what people saw as entertainment? She couldn't quite tell. She made a mental note to try and find something amusing and entertaining to do while sneaking about on board.

Sighing lightly she leant forwards and rummaged in her bag. Pulling out a pad and pen she scrawled something down along the lines of: “Day one: flew for about an hour and discovered a ship, stowed away and am enjoying the peace.” Keeping track of her days was a bright idea from Charles. He somehow foresaw her becoming distracted by many things, and when it'd come to retelling her journey she'd forget most of it only to tell him and Hank something unimportant.

In some respect he was right. Her attention would be ripped away to something else and she'd forget the important parts. Looking up she drummed her pen against her pad. She couldn't think of anything else to write so she quickly packed up and moved off.

She figured staying on the move was good. Just in case someone did note that she didn't belong here. Though she did try and fit in as much as possible. But more often than not she did receive strange looks. She was wearing a dark green military coat, her scuffed up boots and lugging around a fully packed rucksack. She was as far from incognito as possible.

Finding a quiet corner in the food hall she sat down and leant back against the wall. She sat and watched the coming and goings of the people on board. They all seemed so content. Oblivious. Happy. It caused her to frown. Was this really what people got up to?

Scratching her head in thought she realized she didn't actually know what people got up to. Cruises apparently was one thing they got up to. Along with prancing about on deck as a form of entertainment.