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Lizzie stepped out of her room. It had quieted down on the ship since it's launched from the boat. She couldn't wait to find Gordo to tell him that they didn't crash into another ship in the harbor or even come remotely close to one like the original had.
People passed her without a word, but sometimes she was greeted with a simple nod of the head form a man, but the women were caught up in their conversations. Lizzie couldn't help but notice how even in her black pants and dress shirt that she looked incredibly under dressed. She was grateful for the closet full of gowns but was more occupied with the though of finding Miranda.
The magnificent ship sliced through the beautiful waters of the Atlantic Ocean, the waves lapping against the side of the boat. Lizzie took a deep breath of the crisp salty air and smiled.
On her third lap around the boat deck, Lizzie gave a soft sigh of defeat, she hadn't seen Miranda and couldn't begin to surmise where she could be. The sun had sunk lower in the sky and the baritones of a trumpet interrupted her thoughts. Lizzie was amazed see people going towards the doors. She stopped next to the attendant who had blown the horn.
"Excuse me," she asked. He turned her and smiled. "Where is everyone going?"
"To dress for dinner madam," he answered.
Lizzie smiled curtly and started inside. She looked down at her clothes and couldn't figure why people would change for dinner.
Gordo swung his legs off the top bunk and leaned forward. He hadn't been able to find Miranda or Lizzie but he had found several who had fit both girls' descriptions.
"Hey," a voice interrupted his thoughts as his legs were pushed away.
His bunkmate stood up and ruffled his hair.
"What's your name?" he asked, turning to face Gordo. His voice had the slightest hint of an Irish accent.
"David," he replied.
The roommate nodded as he looked him over. "I'm Wood. So who are these girls you've been looking for all day?"
Gordo made a face and sighed. "My best friends. Lizzie is the one who won our tickets. Miranda is the other one who got roped into going."
"Roped in?" Wood echoed. "You're not happy bout being on the boat?"
Gordo shrugged. "It's not turned out to be the best trip so far."
"I'm glad to be going to America, good colleges. Good jobs."
Gordo wanted to argue that the economy wasn't what it used to be, and that job openings had become more scares but as he watched Wood's reflection, he figured just because he was having a lousy trip didn't mean he had to spread his cheer.
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Lizzie stepped out of her room. It had quieted down on the ship since it's launched from the boat. She couldn't wait to find Gordo to tell him that they didn't crash into another ship in the harbor or even come remotely close to one like the original had.
People passed her without a word, but sometimes she was greeted with a simple nod of the head form a man, but the women were caught up in their conversations. Lizzie couldn't help but notice how even in her black pants and dress shirt that she looked incredibly under dressed. She was grateful for the closet full of gowns but was more occupied with the though of finding Miranda.
The magnificent ship sliced through the beautiful waters of the Atlantic Ocean, the waves lapping against the side of the boat. Lizzie took a deep breath of the crisp salty air and smiled.
On her third lap around the boat deck, Lizzie gave a soft sigh of defeat, she hadn't seen Miranda and couldn't begin to surmise where she could be. The sun had sunk lower in the sky and the baritones of a trumpet interrupted her thoughts. Lizzie was amazed see people going towards the doors. She stopped next to the attendant who had blown the horn.
"Excuse me," she asked. He turned her and smiled. "Where is everyone going?"
"To dress for dinner madam," he answered.
Lizzie smiled curtly and started inside. She looked down at her clothes and couldn't figure why people would change for dinner.
Gordo swung his legs off the top bunk and leaned forward. He hadn't been able to find Miranda or Lizzie but he had found several who had fit both girls' descriptions.
"Hey," a voice interrupted his thoughts as his legs were pushed away.
His bunkmate stood up and ruffled his hair.
"What's your name?" he asked, turning to face Gordo. His voice had the slightest hint of an Irish accent.
"David," he replied.
The roommate nodded as he looked him over. "I'm Wood. So who are these girls you've been looking for all day?"
Gordo made a face and sighed. "My best friends. Lizzie is the one who won our tickets. Miranda is the other one who got roped into going."
"Roped in?" Wood echoed. "You're not happy bout being on the boat?"
Gordo shrugged. "It's not turned out to be the best trip so far."
"I'm glad to be going to America, good colleges. Good jobs."
Gordo wanted to argue that the economy wasn't what it used to be, and that job openings had become more scares but as he watched Wood's reflection, he figured just because he was having a lousy trip didn't mean he had to spread his cheer.