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Chapter 2

Off the shore of Galveston, Texas

-Present day. Ish-

Morgan was having a hard time not breaking out into hysterical laughter. Electra had given her a couple of worried looks but just seemed to brush them off. They had gotten weird looks all day so you'd think she wouldn't notice the few more they got. Okay now everyone was giving them either weird looks or sending Morgan congrats looks on her job.

As they turned down the next hall two very cute guys walked by and seemed to check them out. Electra had turned around to check the room numbers to make sure they were going in the right direction. When Electra turned around to say something to her they saw her face and sadly they couldn't stop it and one had to cover his mouth to quiet the laughter down. That was when she got the 'what-the-hell-did-you-do' look. Electra started towards her but seeing as she had grabbed all the food earlier she had more stuff so Morgan ran past her and into their room.

While waiting in the line for the ship they took turns napping on each others shoulders, something they had done since college with any trip. Morgan couldn't pass up the chance to mess with her friend. Plus this was getting Electra back for something that happened in college. So she got out her colored markers and started on her project. 30 minutes later and Electra now had a completely green face except for the writing on her forehead and cheeks; which said 'look no make-up'.

Despite popular belief Electra was not dumb, nor was she stupid. She'd admit, a little slow yes, but not stupid; thus when the man that checked her luggage and took her ID gave her the oddest look in the world she knew something was up. What the something was, she had yet to figure out.

And of course she couldn't dwell on it; she had more important things to deal with; such as finding her room and finding the buffet table. Of course among other things but still…

Finally they found their floor-and in the nick of time too, the carry on was beginning to become heavy.

Whoa! Halt everything. Cute guys… double check and why were they laughing? Electra sent Morgan her infamous 'what the fuck did you do?' look and glared, "Morgan?!" she called, glancing towards her friend who had disappeared inside their room.

What in the world had her friend done to her?! She could hear Morgan's laughter coming from the room. Didn't even give Electra a chance to admire the beautiful walls. She ran in, panting slightly, trying to calm her worry and fear. Where in the world was a mirror? Bathroom, anything?! She ran around in circles, the space between the counter and the beds, in hysteria she missed the mirror over the counter, (silly her wasn't it?) She took note, however, of the balcony and open space and the open ocean.

Once in the room Morgan fell into a fit of giggles and laughter right on the floor, not even paying attention to the room. Electra came running in behind her and run around looking for a mirror or the bath room. This just made Morgan laugh harder but she noticed the bathroom through her tears and after trying to saying it about 3 times she finely just pointed.

She finally stopped her spinning and turned towards Morgan, holding out her hands in the palm up position, the defenseless 'help me' way. What in the fluffy lord's name?! Morgan, however, could only laugh and point behind her, her words only fit of giggles.

"One, Two, Three…."

What. The. Fuck.

Electra blinked several times starring at what she thought was her reflection. It was still her reflection, was it not? She turned her head this way and that and blinked again. This was… beyond unfair… This was… vandaliziom. This was…

Payback.

Oh shit. Electra scoffed and bit her lower lip trying to control the anger and the frustration that she hadn't thought of it first from bursting out in a high pitched scream. No, oh no. She couldn't scream. If she screamed Morgan would win and Electra would be damned if she allowed her best friend to win (however much she loved the quiet girl.) So; deep breath, calm oneself down and don't freak out. Okay. She can do this…

As she allowed the frustration and anger to cool down she checked out the bathroom… It was very much like all the other Carnival Cruise lines-just a peach color instead of a blue as in the Freedom. The small-ass (or maybe large ass friendly?) toilet in the corner, the stand up shower right next to it… It was nice and very simple. To the point. Because who really wanted to spend their time in the bathroom when they could be getting drunk? Or you know… eating.

She nodded; her temper just slightly cooled and opened the door. She could still hear Morgan's giggles from outside the bathroom, another deep breath and she walked out, allowing a very small glare to cross her eyes. She stopped and glared at her friend, bent down and went through her carry on, found out what she was looking for (those taking notes it was Morgan's markers) and went back into the bathroom.

What just happened? She got no reaction at all, just a nod and then Electra taking her markers. This didn't bode well. She was sure there was no way this could change. No matter what her friend had in mind, Morgan was sure she had this in the bag. The markers would take way to much time to come off. So she could not get rid of it. Okay time to think like Electra. Morgan shook her head, she really, and I mean really, didn't want to go there. Electra's mind was a scary place that she never wanted to try and go to.

No, she had to stick by her plan. It was foolproof and she knew it. So she went through her stuff to get ready for their walk around the ship. While her friend had been before she had not, so they were going to look around before dinner. After gathering everything she sat down and waited to see what came next. She caught she look in the mirror and had to grin more. This was one time she'd win. Morgan: 1 Electra: 0

Right. Now… Morgan not winning. How in the world would Morgan not win this? This was… Brilliant. It was too good, it was… very… She hated to admit it, and the girl had hanging out with her too much but… Again… the smallest hint of pride under all the frustration was there… It was very…

Electra.

Damn it! She grunted and started to rub the green marker off, but only on the words. After those were gone, she opened the green marker and colored that in. She also got most of her neck and ears. Take that Morgan! Electra was fine with being different; she liked being different and more attention to her.

So Electra walked out, holding her head up high, as if nothing in the world was amiss… Like she was playing Elphaba back in college. No huge deal… She could do this. She had before. No. Huge. Deal.

"Hey," she said, giving a nod towards her friend as she rummaged through her own carry on, found her cell phone and pocketed it. "We have about two hours before dinner and I want to explore. Coming?" Her voice was wearily light, almost blond, with a secret grin.

Shit! What the hell just happened? She had just one-upped Electra and now she was acting like nothing had happened. Like she looked like a normal girl in everyday make-up, but no the only thing she had changed was the words were gone and she was now green. Morgan took a minute to comprehend Electra's demeanor and then decided to just go along. While she would never admit defeat she could act like nothing had changed as well.

"Yep, I'd really like to find those guys we passed earlier. You know the two with out the shirts. I'll take the blonde and you can have the brunette, or we could head to the pool and go sight seeing for more boys, or just walk around." Morgan knew she was babbling but when she was nervous she babbled and damn it Electra knew that. She stopped talking and just waited for what Electra had in store and hoped she'd make it out with minimal damage.

Electra tilted her head, her mind thinking wildly, taking dull note of Morgan's babbling and storing it under a mind file for later use… Why was she so nervous? Being away from Daddy dearest? Well, whatever. Morgan (and her company) was now hers, and there wasn't much the two could do about it. Things would be good, everything would be well… She wouldn't be alone.

Now: Back to the topic at hand. What to do? Yes it was very tempting to go search for boys… But then again… "You can have 'em both," she told her, bending down and taking off one of her flip-flops and rubbing the sole of her foot. "Too pretty for me." Yes, Electra liked guys that actually didn't care what shampoo they used. Or if they used shampoo at all… Okay, maybe not. Cleanness was nice. But still…

"All though the idea of boy hunting is fab-oo-" Yes everyone cringe at this word, especially when it came from a non blond from L.A, "I'd like to actually do that when it's not obvious that I've been waiting for a boat-ship! Sorry dear," (at this she pet the fine wood of the counter top) "for several hours. Deal?" She asked, running a hand through her flat hair. Usually it was full of volume and at times was slightly curly… Right now; trash…

"And what did you mean by that? That I only go for the looks and nothing else. I'll have you know I dated a guy one summer who is a Trekkie . You know dresses up, goes to conventions, the whole nine yards. Granted it didn't go past two dates but still, so there, you can't say I only go for the looks." Morgan knew she sounded like a child but that wasn't her. She knew that, at least she didn't think that was her. Great now she was second guessing herself.

"Anyways, I was just throwing out ideas, so I'm game for whatever."

Electra blinked several times, her eyes going through an array of emotions… Confused, anger and betrayal… "I'm a Trekkie." She told her matter of factly. "What does that deal with anything? And don't even…Two dates? Please… that wasn't even home base! So doesn't count. Besides, the point of this voyage, my friend, is to get laid by the hottest guys around. Okay?" She allowed that to sink in, nodding slowly with a very girl grin of; 'oh yes we're going to get some.' But then again… Probably not.

"Anyroad," she started with a sigh, "Let's go find the buffet first. It probably won't be open for another hour but maybe they'll have dessert or something, right? Or maybe we can find the sweat shop and watch all the guys work out, that would be grand. Or even…" she trailed off leaving her friend in the room, grabbing her extra key.

After leaving the buffet Morgan could only glare at Electra. While she only had cake and the brownie Electra wolfed down cheese cake, key lime pie, and the brownie. Did she gain an ounce, NO! Here she could watch what she ate go straight to her thighs. They walked to the elevator chatting over the food.

Once in the elevator Electra pushed the button for the floor they needed. Morgan once seeing the button that was pushed started to get antsy. While it was never proven her parents said that she was Closter phobic. Only she would never admit to it. So no she was not afraid. She slowly started to move closer to her friend. Electra gave her a look and Morgan just batted her eyes in an "I'm not doing anything look." By the time the elevator stopped Morgan was about to go nuts. As the bell dinged she started to run forward as if she was in a race and hoped through the door way as if she was finishing a race.

They headed for the fitness room to act like they were going to work out but really they just wanted to boy watch. As they walked up and glanced in the window all they could do was stop and stare. Morgan finally snapped out of her trance when she felt the glass touch her face.

They walked in and saw a mat open and gave each other a sly look and got into their stances. Morgan's stood with her hands up by her chest in a Lara Croft sort of stance. While Electra's hands were flat, one near her lower abdomen and the other up near her face, yet almost relaxed, as if she wasn't ready to fight. Morgan started to circle around trying to judge where to strike first. She decided to just start with the standard punch and threw a left hook.

Electra watched Morgan's motions, standing completely still, only her head tilting to the side to watch her move. After what seemed like hours Morgan finally started the fight, Electra side stepped it, holding up her own hand to bring the fist away from her face, then dropped to the ground and spun her leg around.

Morgan sensed the move and leapt into the air, landing a few inches away and got back into her fighting stance, brought her left leg and swung it forward towards the grounded Electra. Electra having not much time to roll away got the kick in her side, causing her to curse mentally. Electra then pivoted her pelvis around, allowing her legs to flare out like bird wings and jumped up, and also took the fighting stance, but this time moving quickly, she bounced on one leg and swung out with the other, hitting the ground once more.

The kick landed on her right thigh, sending her back a few steps, giving Electra even more time to jump into the air. The fight did not last long, given the thought that both women wished to go eat (despite having dessert first) and get a shower. Morgan moved slowly, though her hits were powerful, hurting Electra slightly more. While Electra was faster at moving, being able to get a few more punches in while Morgan set up for her next move. All in all, it ended with a tie, a laugh and a "That felt good" and then they headed towards their room to get ready for the fancy dinner.

On the way back to the room Morgan was horrified to realize that Electra was ready to have fun with the make-up and markers. While Electra had her fun (her shouting "No I didn't grass as a child!" and "No I'm not already sea sick!" all lines from Wicked, the Musical.) Morgan tried to give the people the "I really don't know her look" or would just walk really fast or slow so it didn't look like they were together. Of course when Electra realized this she would come to her and throw her arms around her in some great fashion. Once they finally made it back to the room, they decided to get ready for dinner. Since Electra had to clean her face Morgan elected to take her shower first.

The girls now dressed up and with full stomachs decided to head to the bar to get swashed. Morgan had changed into a simple but feminine light green dress. The dress was what most called a baby doll dress. It had thin straps and gathered under her breast. The bottom free flowed and fell about the knee. She wore cute strap-y sandals that had little rhinestones on the top. She had decided on the emeralds her father had gotten her for Christmas last year. The necklace was a heart with small diamonds making a M in the middle. She wore her gold hoops that when her hair was up made her neck look longer. Seeing as that worked she had curled her hair then pulled it up into a ponytail with a few stands falling out. Morgan looked over at Electra and had to smile, she'd dressed a little differently.

Electra blinked, glanced down at what she was wearing and shrugged. Her own dress was strapless, plain black but also with flowing fabric, criss-crossing from about her belly button. Her own shoes were three inch heels, toe pumps and glitter-y silver. Her hair was curled, her bangs fringed, falling across her eyes, giving her a mischievous look. She had a necklace that was hidden inside her bosom, unseen, and black pearls that would end up in her purse as they were too short. She returned said smile, bowed slightly and spun around, causing the fabric to puff up. "C'mon, I need this drink."

They headed over to a table and waited for a waiter or waitress to come and asked for their order. While Morgan knew what she wanted she couldn't wait to see Electra's reaction when she ordered it. While going out with one of her Dad's "Boys" he had insisted that they go to his local hangout. Once there his friends demanded his time and she spent the night talking to the bartender. She'd tried at least 3 drinks he offered and loved one. They only had to wait for a few minutes for their waiter to come over. Electra surprised her by ordering a cosmopolitan. When it was her turn she looked right at Electra and said with the most convincing sexy look she could pull off…

"A Tahitian Fuck please?" She watched Electra's face then turned to the waiter who looked like he was about to pass out over the display and shot him a hundred watt smile. When he still stood there she tilted her head and looked at him curiously. He did a quick glance between the two of them and then swiftly walked away. "I wonder what was up with him. So, are we here to get smashed or are we going to start on that conversation we never finished?"

Electra's eyes widened, scoffing slightly and hiding said scoff behind her hand. She coughed several times, the cough slowly turning into a giggle as she shook her head left to right slowly, giggling as she did so… "Isn't that something else?" She asked, allowing herself to giggle a few more times. "Oh lord."

A few moments later a different bartender came, this one having a slight five o'clock shadow and dark blue eyes, a martini glass and another larger glass in hand. "One Cosmopolitan," he said, handing her the martini glass, shaking the shaker and pouring in the pink liquid. He then turned to Morgan, a very familiar glint in his eyes. "And one Tahitian Fuck."

Electra started giggling again, shaking her head once more. "Damn that guy was cute," she replied, taking note that she had yet to answer Morgan's question. "I hope he's our bartender for the rest of the night." At that she turned to her friend, her voice light and excited. "And did you see the way the guy looked at you? I bet he's from Tahiti."

She allowed a small moment of silence pass as she sipped the pink liquid… Carrie's favorite drink from Sex and the City… Electra only ordered the famous drink whenever she found out that they guy she had been seeing was dating someone else… That Electra, once again, was the other woman. Love didn't exist, did it?

"And as for you question… Depends how much alcohol is in said drinks."

Morgan quickly realized the importance of Electra's drink, but wasn't sure she'd want to talk about it. Morgan shook her head then took a drink. She didn't understand why her friend always attracted losers and jerks. She'd lost count how many times Electra had come to her upset because she'd just found out she was the other women. Those nights they'd go out get plastered then crash at the others house talking for hours over really nothing. Sometimes they'd talk about the current jackass and sometimes not but the main point of it was to be with the one person the trusted most in the world.

Morgan looked down at her drink and could fell it already starting to work. She had started with 2, no wait 3 glasses of wine at the table so she was well on her way to complete bliss. She realized just how much she'd missed this. They hadn't been about to really see each other for almost a month. She was going to make sure to enjoy every moment. After only 3 more rounds both girls were flying high and not feeling anything. Morgan was leaning heavily on the table trying to not fall over.

"I's thin that wes need to weave, pople are lookin at us (she tries to point at them but misses and hits her drink.) funny."

Electra stared at her best friend, her eyes slightly dazed and confused. She leaned forward, her hand dangling off the side of her leg, her skirt rising up her leg slightly. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" she asked, her own words slurred so it came out more "Wvat de uck viv ya jusay me?" She blinked, realizing she had no idea what she had just said. She considered it for a moment shrugged, drowned the rest of the cosmopolitan and giggled madly. At what, she had no idea. "Oh shiiit! I am wasted!" She said giggling. "OH!" She said, leaning forward and hitting her friend on the shoulder, though it was more petting. "Lets gooo watch the sea!" She said, almost jumping from the stool. She grinned at the cute bartender and gave a slight wave, again giggling. She looped her arm into Morgan's and started for the top deck, unaware of the dark clouds that threatened rain and wind. Unaware that the waves were asking no mercy that night.

Morgan loved Electra drunk. She was just like a little child, only with the cussing. While she truly didn't know how she acted, seeing as she normally passes out and doesn't remember most of it; she would like to think she was a happy drink no not drink, drunk. Yeah Drunk.

So they made their way towards the 12th deck, after a very long time, as they kept going in circles and bumping into objects and cussing said objects out, then giggling madly.

They also stopped by the buffet and got some food-Morgan some chocolate and Electra some bread. Finally the two reached the deck.

"Helloooo ocean!" Electra called out, holding her arms out wide as she went towards the railing. "Ohhh!" She cried suddenly, stepping on the first bar's railing. "I'm flying Morgan!" She called out, trying to keep her balance.

"I hope you fall on your ass." Morgan said glancing around the deck. "Where is everyone? Where are all the hot guys?"

"With Calypso!" Electra called, swaying her hips in the Elvis way.

"Who?"

"Calypso… The… Goddess woman… Of the sea." Electra explained, her mind whirling for a moment. 'Yeah. That's her. They're having sex with her."

"I wish she'd share." Morgan mumbled, still looking around.

"Me too," She sighed, crossing her arms, almost lost her balance and grasped the railing once again. "OH! Idea!" she called out, giggling and tearing a piece of beard and tossing it into the ocean, ignoring Morgan's 'what the hell are you doing?' look. "Oh Calypso!" She called out, mocking Bruce All mighty's Jim Carrey. "Great and powerful Calypso!" Or was that Over the Hedge? Anyway she continued with a mocking tone and tossing more bread into the ocean. "I beseech thee!"

"Beseech who? Calypso? Why?" Morgan asked, trying to see past her friend as if Electra was talking to someone.

"Will you shut up so I can do a sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice what? Bread? Pluh-leease!" She said shaking her head and nibbling on her chocolate. "She's a woman. She won't like bread."

"Give me your chocolate than." Electra said, hopping from the railing.

"HELL NO! FIND YOUR OWN DAMN CHOCOLATE!" Morgan cried, clutching it to her bosom as if it were her child.

"What the hell?" Electra asked, bopping her on the head gently. "You want to get laid don't you?" She asked, causing Morgan to think about the question, in which time Electra grabbed the chocolate in a triumphant 'ha!' and made her way back towards the railing.

"Oh powerful Calypso!" She called again, tossing a piece of chocolate in the ocean. "I ask you to consider our gifts!" And in went more chocolate, "And in return we-Morgan and I," as if Calypso wouldn't know, "Would like a few favors," she giggled at that, "The first one let us meet some very hot guys on this journey and allow at least Morgan 'cause we both know she needs it-"she ignored the 'hey!' that came from behind her, "to get some sort of action!" At that she tossed in the rest of the chocolate, not really realizing that the waves were picking up. "Oh! Morgan! Come look at the reflection of the full moon!"

"You're kidding right?"

"Why? Why would I kid? It's pretty! Purdy purdy moon!" She giggled some more, her friend joining her by her side.

"Meh, pretty." Her friend replied, with a bored sigh. "Can we go in now?" She glanced to Electra and tried to hold in the giggle, while she was getting bored her friend was being very very entertaining.

"Can't move," Electra said, grasping the railings. "Feels like ship is going to go over bored." As she said that, lightening struck the sky, though no thunder followed.

"How can ships go over bored? They can't. It's unheard of." Morgan said, staring at the moon's reflection, a reflection that should not have been there as the moon was now covered with dark clouds and the waters were churning violently.

"So? I make it so. The ship will go over board." Electra cried, allowing a small squeal as a wave went up and splashed the two girls.

"Maybe we should go in." Morgan said, leaning closer to the water as it swirled below them. "I think I'm going to pass out."

As the girls glanced up at each other a large wave went up splashing the two girls, followed by another and another, for five minutes the waves kept hitting that side of the Conquest, a violent storm in the midst of a peaceful ocean. After a while the waves died down, silence echoed the night. The moon disappeared, as it was a new moon night. Clouds went away, leaving tiny sparkles in the sky as the stars flickered one by one. Also gone were two girls, and the party ship continued to sail towards the Caribbean, the passengers and two girls unknowing that they were lost to the world.