Disclaimer: Same as the chapter before.
A/N: Sorry, that I didn't mention it previously, but I only used the
original movie "Swept Away" basic plot outline to create my own story. It's
not really a word for word story that only switches the characters. If
people ever saw the movie, just don't accuse me of not following the plot
and if there's really similarities in dialogue or all the little details,
then it's purely coincidental.
"Storm"
The extravagant dinning area of the Cortana was fairly exquisite where picture perfect couples and patrons dine. Located near the far end of the cruise ship, diners could enjoy the breath taking view of the seas at night. Large windows lined on both sides of the restaurant whereas the bar encompassed the other end. The bar's opposite side opens out to the rear of the ship, where one could dine outside under a large canopy if the weather permits. The Amor, served as a peaceful setting for the numerous clienteles that wants to dine top of the class on the ship.
*This is so embarrassing.*
Dressed in a black, strapless silk dress that clung to her in the right places, which also emphasized Ororo's hair. Her hair, on the other hand, was tied up in a low pony secured in a rhinestone clip. A lone Ororo sat in a corner, next to a Monet painting of water lilies, struggled to read the strange words with all the extra punctuation accentuating each words on the dinner menu. French was never her forte, but it was a new experience after all. She called off the waiter each time he approaches her table. The young waiter thought the attractive woman was never planning to order at all and was only toying with him.
Ororo was about to decide to leave the restaurant all together, when Logan strolled into the restaurant. Ororo nearly choked on her glass of water. She couldn't believe what she saw. It was Logan all right, but his evening ensemble was what made Ororo gasp in surprise.
Wearing a midnight blue suit, a loose navy tie, and black patent leather shoes. Logan didn't look like his usual self, which was more often than not clad in only flannel shirts, jeans, and boots. His rugged face and wild messy hair contrasted intensely with his sharp suit. However, the contrast actually made him look more handsome and suave than usual. Obviously, every woman in the Amor had about the same reaction as Ororo, some were checking him out in the corner of their eyes, but mostly were blatantly staring at him.
Eyes widened in surprise, Ororo thought she was seeing things.
*Oh, goddess! This can't be happening! How dare he walked in here like he owns the place! My dinner plans are utterly ruined. Although he does look quite handsome, oh stop it, 'Ro, he's doing this to show off. I am sure he is suffocating in his outfit. *
With the last thought in her mind, Ororo smirked to herself.
*Damn, this is suffocating! * Logan thought anxiously. *I knew I shouldn't have wore this crazy contraption of a suit, 'Ro would probably laugh her head off. *
As Logan pondered about leaving the restaurant, he caught Ororo's unmistakable hair near the back corner of the room. His eyes appraised Ororo's figure admiringly. His decision was made that instant.
*So, she's here by herself. Well, there's no harm in dining with her tonight.* As Logan thought about this, he quickly ambled toward Ororo's table. Considering there was no one beside her, Logan slid into the seat across from Ororo.
Observing Logan's actions with intense dislike, Ororo grated her teeth in anticipation of his usual flow of insensitive teasing. The first words that came out of Logan almost made Ororo toppled out of her chair.
"You're looking very beautiful this evening," Logan stated. Hoping to acquire her good side tonight.
Ororo scrutinized him with curiosity, wondering if this was the real Logan. Maybe she ought to check out if there's a panel in back of him. It could be a sick joke from one of the X-Men's enemies to send in a robot look alike of Logan just to see her reaction.
Shaking her head slightly at her paranoid imagination. Ororo decided that Logan would pay for his disruption of her dinner.
"What are you doing here?" Ororo asked, teeth clenched tightly. "Do you even realize that I was having a perfectly nice evening without you within my sight and now here you are sitting in my table without my permission. And trying to compliment me."
Ororo's tirade was abruptly cut off when she saw the waiter approaching the table again.
"Does monsieur and mademoiselle would like to order now?" the waiter asked with a hint of impatience.
*Oh great, someone just kill me now! Logan will find out that I don't understand a word on this horrendous menu!*
Ororo grumbled in her mind. Her thoughts evidently revealed on her face. Logan was rather thinking of ordering the dinner special, which consists of sarde rose (red snapper) with a plate of huitre (oysters). Logan, being a Canadian has known French before, easily scanned through the menu deciding his eventual dinner. He promptly told the waiter his selections and was waiting for Ororo to order. Her sour expression made Logan wince. He thought her anger was directed at the manner that he didn't allow Ororo to order first. To compensate for his mistake, Logan came up with the idea to pay for the dinner himself.
"Look, I don't need your cheap money, Logan." Ororo hissed in annoyance. "I just want you to leave me alone, is that too hard to comprehend?"
Coupled with Ororo's embarrassment at her failure to read the menu and her irritation that Logan could swiftly order in French riled her even more. Logan, on the other hand, had enough of her cutting remarks. He was about to reply angrily at her belittling when he smelled Ororo.
Fear.
And embarrassment?!
Logan couldn't imagine why Ororo was embarrassed, although he expected anger. Surprised with this truth, he instantly summed up the situation.
Ororo couldn't read the menu.
The waiter was getting more impatient every second and was content on leaving those two patrons alone, when Logan ordered the same dinner special for Ororo and a bottle of champagne. The waiter couldn't wait any longer, swiftly wrote down their orders and rapidly stalked away.
Ororo quietly sighed with relief and wanted to thank Logan for his help, but she immediately caught herself.
*This frustrating brute was on the verge of permanently ruining my vacation and I am getting ready to thank him?! Fat chance.*
Logan watched Ororo's each fleeting facial expression with amusement. He never saw a woman with such a quick composure of their inner feelings and thoughts.
"What are you staring at, Logan?" Ororo asked warily.
"The most gorgeous person in this room." Logan stated frankly.
Ororo flushed with embarrassment and pleasure, which made Logan grinned even more.
*Maybe the rest of the night will end in peace. Maybe I might even be able to escort Ororo back to her room and have a nightcap.*
BOOM!
Logan's thoughts were promptly dashed, when the deafening sound invaded the room. He turned to the windows to see what was going on. The pelting rain answered his question. A tropical thunderstorm was raging in the South Pacific and the Cortana is right in the middle of it!
Static pervaded the PA, but everyone heard the captain's message.
There is a severe tropical thunderstorm outside, please, Everybody is to remain calm and stay where they are inside. if there are people outside on the ship decks. Please leave the danger zones immediately, where there might be huge waves flooding the area. hopefully this downpour will possibly cease and move to another area of the pacific. thank you for your cooperation.
The message ended with an abrupt click that everyone was shocked at what was truly happening. Some tried to go back to their dinners, but most were hushed in the now deathly silent restaurant.
Ororo's fear was reflected in Logan's eyes.
AAAAHHHHHHHH!
A blood-curdling scream filled the room. Everyone turned to see what the commotion was.
Outside a young woman crashed on the deck when she slipped where the waves crashed relentlessly against the rails. The wet floor was too slippery to allow her to gain any traction to run to safety. The patrons in the restaurant gasp in horror at the helpless woman. This frightening scene was visible through the large windows.
Without thinking, Logan ran to the door and opened the entrance to the outside. Logan hurriedly closed the door when he was out on the deck, but unfortunately the restaurant floor was already inundated with seawater.
Logan tried to reach the victim, but with the pounding waves and his drenching clothes made him slow to reach the woman. In a matter of seconds, he disappeared from view of the restaurant.
To Be Continued..
"Storm"
The extravagant dinning area of the Cortana was fairly exquisite where picture perfect couples and patrons dine. Located near the far end of the cruise ship, diners could enjoy the breath taking view of the seas at night. Large windows lined on both sides of the restaurant whereas the bar encompassed the other end. The bar's opposite side opens out to the rear of the ship, where one could dine outside under a large canopy if the weather permits. The Amor, served as a peaceful setting for the numerous clienteles that wants to dine top of the class on the ship.
*This is so embarrassing.*
Dressed in a black, strapless silk dress that clung to her in the right places, which also emphasized Ororo's hair. Her hair, on the other hand, was tied up in a low pony secured in a rhinestone clip. A lone Ororo sat in a corner, next to a Monet painting of water lilies, struggled to read the strange words with all the extra punctuation accentuating each words on the dinner menu. French was never her forte, but it was a new experience after all. She called off the waiter each time he approaches her table. The young waiter thought the attractive woman was never planning to order at all and was only toying with him.
Ororo was about to decide to leave the restaurant all together, when Logan strolled into the restaurant. Ororo nearly choked on her glass of water. She couldn't believe what she saw. It was Logan all right, but his evening ensemble was what made Ororo gasp in surprise.
Wearing a midnight blue suit, a loose navy tie, and black patent leather shoes. Logan didn't look like his usual self, which was more often than not clad in only flannel shirts, jeans, and boots. His rugged face and wild messy hair contrasted intensely with his sharp suit. However, the contrast actually made him look more handsome and suave than usual. Obviously, every woman in the Amor had about the same reaction as Ororo, some were checking him out in the corner of their eyes, but mostly were blatantly staring at him.
Eyes widened in surprise, Ororo thought she was seeing things.
*Oh, goddess! This can't be happening! How dare he walked in here like he owns the place! My dinner plans are utterly ruined. Although he does look quite handsome, oh stop it, 'Ro, he's doing this to show off. I am sure he is suffocating in his outfit. *
With the last thought in her mind, Ororo smirked to herself.
*Damn, this is suffocating! * Logan thought anxiously. *I knew I shouldn't have wore this crazy contraption of a suit, 'Ro would probably laugh her head off. *
As Logan pondered about leaving the restaurant, he caught Ororo's unmistakable hair near the back corner of the room. His eyes appraised Ororo's figure admiringly. His decision was made that instant.
*So, she's here by herself. Well, there's no harm in dining with her tonight.* As Logan thought about this, he quickly ambled toward Ororo's table. Considering there was no one beside her, Logan slid into the seat across from Ororo.
Observing Logan's actions with intense dislike, Ororo grated her teeth in anticipation of his usual flow of insensitive teasing. The first words that came out of Logan almost made Ororo toppled out of her chair.
"You're looking very beautiful this evening," Logan stated. Hoping to acquire her good side tonight.
Ororo scrutinized him with curiosity, wondering if this was the real Logan. Maybe she ought to check out if there's a panel in back of him. It could be a sick joke from one of the X-Men's enemies to send in a robot look alike of Logan just to see her reaction.
Shaking her head slightly at her paranoid imagination. Ororo decided that Logan would pay for his disruption of her dinner.
"What are you doing here?" Ororo asked, teeth clenched tightly. "Do you even realize that I was having a perfectly nice evening without you within my sight and now here you are sitting in my table without my permission. And trying to compliment me."
Ororo's tirade was abruptly cut off when she saw the waiter approaching the table again.
"Does monsieur and mademoiselle would like to order now?" the waiter asked with a hint of impatience.
*Oh great, someone just kill me now! Logan will find out that I don't understand a word on this horrendous menu!*
Ororo grumbled in her mind. Her thoughts evidently revealed on her face. Logan was rather thinking of ordering the dinner special, which consists of sarde rose (red snapper) with a plate of huitre (oysters). Logan, being a Canadian has known French before, easily scanned through the menu deciding his eventual dinner. He promptly told the waiter his selections and was waiting for Ororo to order. Her sour expression made Logan wince. He thought her anger was directed at the manner that he didn't allow Ororo to order first. To compensate for his mistake, Logan came up with the idea to pay for the dinner himself.
"Look, I don't need your cheap money, Logan." Ororo hissed in annoyance. "I just want you to leave me alone, is that too hard to comprehend?"
Coupled with Ororo's embarrassment at her failure to read the menu and her irritation that Logan could swiftly order in French riled her even more. Logan, on the other hand, had enough of her cutting remarks. He was about to reply angrily at her belittling when he smelled Ororo.
Fear.
And embarrassment?!
Logan couldn't imagine why Ororo was embarrassed, although he expected anger. Surprised with this truth, he instantly summed up the situation.
Ororo couldn't read the menu.
The waiter was getting more impatient every second and was content on leaving those two patrons alone, when Logan ordered the same dinner special for Ororo and a bottle of champagne. The waiter couldn't wait any longer, swiftly wrote down their orders and rapidly stalked away.
Ororo quietly sighed with relief and wanted to thank Logan for his help, but she immediately caught herself.
*This frustrating brute was on the verge of permanently ruining my vacation and I am getting ready to thank him?! Fat chance.*
Logan watched Ororo's each fleeting facial expression with amusement. He never saw a woman with such a quick composure of their inner feelings and thoughts.
"What are you staring at, Logan?" Ororo asked warily.
"The most gorgeous person in this room." Logan stated frankly.
Ororo flushed with embarrassment and pleasure, which made Logan grinned even more.
*Maybe the rest of the night will end in peace. Maybe I might even be able to escort Ororo back to her room and have a nightcap.*
BOOM!
Logan's thoughts were promptly dashed, when the deafening sound invaded the room. He turned to the windows to see what was going on. The pelting rain answered his question. A tropical thunderstorm was raging in the South Pacific and the Cortana is right in the middle of it!
Static pervaded the PA, but everyone heard the captain's message.
There is a severe tropical thunderstorm outside, please, Everybody is to remain calm and stay where they are inside. if there are people outside on the ship decks. Please leave the danger zones immediately, where there might be huge waves flooding the area. hopefully this downpour will possibly cease and move to another area of the pacific. thank you for your cooperation.
The message ended with an abrupt click that everyone was shocked at what was truly happening. Some tried to go back to their dinners, but most were hushed in the now deathly silent restaurant.
Ororo's fear was reflected in Logan's eyes.
AAAAHHHHHHHH!
A blood-curdling scream filled the room. Everyone turned to see what the commotion was.
Outside a young woman crashed on the deck when she slipped where the waves crashed relentlessly against the rails. The wet floor was too slippery to allow her to gain any traction to run to safety. The patrons in the restaurant gasp in horror at the helpless woman. This frightening scene was visible through the large windows.
Without thinking, Logan ran to the door and opened the entrance to the outside. Logan hurriedly closed the door when he was out on the deck, but unfortunately the restaurant floor was already inundated with seawater.
Logan tried to reach the victim, but with the pounding waves and his drenching clothes made him slow to reach the woman. In a matter of seconds, he disappeared from view of the restaurant.
To Be Continued..