wickesy
<font color=royalblue>Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love y
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I woke up at 3:15 and, I don't know where they came from, but I had all sorts of wild thoughts running through my head. I started thinking that I needed to get off the ship, that I wasn't going to make it through 6 straight sea days, and that even if I did there were still more sea days after those that I had to get through, and worst of all, I felt that I needed to see and speak to Gemma properly. A bit of history - Gemma and I met online almost 11 months ago and as we live a one hour drive from each other and only see each other at weekends, aside from the odd day here and there, we have 'chatted' online through Windows Messenger and Skype every day since, so going from all that chat to one text a day was taking its toll.
I lay there for half an hour thinking that I needed to go for a walk, but also worrying that if I did go for a walk and it didn't help what would I do then. In the end I stopped fighting the feeling, got up, quietly got dressed and slipped out the door. I went up to deck 9, got myself a cup of water and wandered round taking photos of the deserted ship.











These intrigued me had they been forgotten? Left there deliberately to reserve the loungers already? Had somebody beaten me to the loungers, lol?
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