wandering and lost
wandering and lost
By all accounts, it was a perfect and bright sunshiney day. The skies were clear and blue for once, the wind wasn't completely overbearing, there were birds chirping and twittering about, even. If Aoife didn't know any better, today would have seemed like it came straight out of a Disney movie.
It still didn't answer anything about how or why she was standing on the deck of the so-aptly named cruise ship Aurora, about to travel hundreds of miles to Alaska of all places. Or, well, she knew how. Somebody at her recent translation project entered her name for a workplace raffle that had one of the prizes being two free tickets to a cruise to Alaska because of some partnership or something. That somebody quickly turned out to be one of the team leads on the project when they began to not-so-subtly hinting who Aoife could take on the cruise with her once it turned out that she had won, along with some really not-so-subtle hints of what they actually wanted to do with her out at sea.
Aoife had wanted to punch them in the face, but considering how that would quickly ruin her professional career, she did the next best non-violent thing and decided to go on the cruise without them. Unfortunately, that still left the question of what to do with the second ticket, considering she had only just arrived in San Francisco only a few months ago and had no one that she could really go with in the city, and it wasn't like she could have just called any of her friends to suddenly take a trip down to San Fran and go on a cruise with her.
So of course, she put up an ad online about her ticket. By the time the deluge of messages came pouring in, it was already too late for her to realize her mistake and back out, and she would be damned if she let that creeper have any way to weasel closer towards her. Luckily there was a light at the end of the tunnel as Aoife managed to connect with a rather really sweet lady who wanted a ticket for her brother, which initially sounded skeevy, but the lady really did seem earnest about it and anybody related to that pillow of sugar couldn't be all that bad right?
Which, you know, still didn't exactly answer the question of why she was there. Then again, deep down she knew the answer to that too, and it was probably because she just wanted to stick it to the creep. Aoife let out a disgusted sigh and trudged her way back down into the cabin. Maybe her da was right and she really did just run on spite and alcohol. Still, perhaps it wouldn't be all bad. The trip would actually give her time to practice her photography for once, instead of putting it off like she always had. And maybe she could make a new friend out of this whole arrangement! The lady online seemed nice, which must mean her brother must be pretty alright too right?
No way to know until Aoife gets to see them in person, she supposed. Hopefully the lady got the extra ticket information alright, though they had exchanged contact info in case anything did happen, and the Aurora wouldn't leave until nine, and Aoife still had all the ticket information on her laptop just in case. Still, when Aoife arrived at her cabin, she left her phone out on the bedside table just in case. She also took the time to look over herself in the mirror to make sure she looked alright.
Long jeans? Aye. Sensible shirt and cardigan? Good enough. Sandals? Eh... hopefully the brother didn't have a foot fetish.
Left with really nothing else to do and having no urge to continue people watching from the deck, Aoife sat down on one of the chairs and took out the German book she had been practicing translating. Gotta keep your skills sharp and all that. Soon, she got into a rhythm, and one particular phrase got her usual humming to start off strong.