It was then that Nate truly realized that he was committed. With one singular hefty sigh, he lifted his guitar case and duffel bag up the gangway and boarded the ship. To either side he could see those pretty little faces, all considering this voyage as it were. There was the one woman from before (how the hell did he still remember her?) from the bar. Carmichael's! That was it... Was her name... There was a woman talking to no one in particular, and her name was Calliope, said she. Lovely name, Nate thought; she's a winner, methinks.

But he resolved not to be that one guy ruining it for everyone. No, it had happened too much before, and it wasn't going to happen again. He watched the waves crash against a distant jetty, jutting out into the ocean as if it merely wanted to be noticed. Seagulls stood on every God-damn post available. Nate even saw two fighting over the same one. A misty spray out to see caught his eye, and straining, he could just see a pod of dolphins streaking across the water, no doubt after some sort of fish. Maybe mackerel. 

[color=lightblue]"Mmmackerel..."[/color] Nate grinned, staring up at Calliope talking to bar lady. My goodness! She was something, eh?