![]() ![]() Rest wasn’t something that came easily anymore. The other thing he intended to do was sleep-or at least try to. Once aboard, his plan was to find the quietest part of the ship and spend his entire week there reading novels and drinking whisky. ![]() Jack rolled his eyes, anxious to get things over with-to get away from the enthusiastic families with leaky-nosed children, and the fondling lovers glancing at him while wondering what a middle-aged man was doing there alone. “I hope you all are ready for your holiday. “Good afternoon,” she said with a Spanish accent. The only reason he was there was because he had to be-the decision made for him.Īn over-tanned holiday rep approached, her aging skin leathery and loose. For Jack, relaxation-and the very idea of enjoyment-was an ability of which he’d lost the use of long ago. Most people would have been excited to spend a week on a four-star passenger ship, hugging the Mediterranean’s golden coastline, but not him. It was Jack’s first time aboard a cruise liner, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. Its multiple decks rose towards the azure sky and portholes lined its red-painted hull like a thousand staring eyes. The monolithic cruise liner, Spirit of Kirkpatrick, occupied nine-hundred feet of Palma’s dockland, its gargantuan bulk floating majestically in Majorcan waters. ![]()
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