Caitlin rose early on the morning of June 3rd, double checked she had everything, as she commonly did, shrugged on a backpack full of clothes and toiletries (she did most of her traveling by backpacking, and as such had grown accustomed to light travelling) slung a handbag over one shoulder, and what she thought of as her electronics bag, which held her phone, laptop, and while she did have a kindle, a good selection of paperback books as a back up. She was near enough to the docks that she could easily walk to them, so she plugged her ipod in, putting in the earphomes and blasted music. 

Caitlin rarely listened to music. She had to be in the mood for it, but today she was going on a well deserved vacation after four years at university. She had taken third and final year of her nursing course oart time, to gain exoerience working part time in an aged care home as a carer. She had saved money to be abke to go on a holiday, and thats what she was doing. 

She soon reached the docks, and was just in time to watch the ship she would be boarding arrive. This would be ner first time on a ship, so she hoped it would be pretty good.