Hi again! So here's my second story. This one I had pre-written, so it's basically complete.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Ship, or any of its characters.
Dark brown hair fell in front of the woman's eyes as she stared out the window of the plane. All she could see was water. Dark blue water, for miles and miles on end. It almost made her sick, the mocking blue depths. The person sitting next to her was dozing quietly. The woman, Maureen Epps, turned and glared daggers at the man. She would give anything to be able to sleep like that, so soundly.
Ever since the accident… no, the massacre, of the Antonia Graza, Maureen found it almost impossible to sleep. The thought that the monster had survived, and taken hundreds more, sickened her. He had seen her in the ambulance, a look of shock upon his face as he boarded the new cruise liner, watching her scream. Jack Ferriman had come to them, she and her crew, asking for help and seeming to be the sweetest thing she'd ever seen.
His short brownish-blonde hair and his deep blue eyes gave his boyish features an odd look of wisdom. Maureen shuddered. Those eyes, how many times had they pierced her, seen straight through her? Had he known she had fallen in love him in that week? Had he known that, if he hadn't been such a horrible creature, she would've given her life on the ocean to be with him? The hate she felt for Jack exploded inside of her, then slowly dwindled to a small flame.
She turned and looked out the window again. The sky had darkened to a pale blue, a blue that had tinges of orange. A cough erupted from her lips, and she covered her mouth. A thought crept into her mind then. It made her dig her fingers into her mouth in anger, nails cutting at the soft skin and making it ache… I still love him, even after all he's done…
Maureen sniffed. She didn't want to admit it! Her eyes slid closed involuntarily, and ghostly fingers danced down her spine. His eyes… Even when hers were closed, his still haunted her. A soft sigh, and Maureen opened her eyes again. The man next to her had woken. Yawning quietly, his eyes cut towards her, and widened. He quickly looked away, pulling his hat down and his collar up. At his movement, she glanced towards him. A flicker of recognition, but then it was gone. She turned again and stared out the window.
A/N: End of chapter one. Next chapter is Ferriman's POV!