We boarded the boat with no real difficulty. Me, with my dark hair and an unhappy face. My attitude that day matched the water.dark and sullen. Angry, miserable. This was because I really didn't like boats. They were horrible, masochistic machines that needed to learn that sea is for swimming in or flying over. Not swimming over.
We got onto the boat and went into the foyer, my sleepy eyes barely able to take everything in.I was tired and all I wanted to sleep.Next morning i was the first one to get up