Emma Westerhof
Emma opened the burner phone, checking the time. 4:49. Right on time. Emma paid the cab driver, and then waved him off. She pulled the card that had come with her ticket out of her pocket. She re-read it, and then put it away again. Emma paused, listening to the waves sighing against the dock. Then she snapped the phone in half and threw it in the trash. As she approached the ship, she gaped at its size. She had never seen a commercial ship this large. The table proffered a card and key with her name, which she picked up, gave a once over, and then pocketed.
She crossed onto the ship, the black fortress of a suitcase rolling along behind her. She stared at the luxury the ship composed. She didn't know what Crescenzo meant, but it must have been something magnificent. Emma checked her small map, and then found her room. She noticed the neighboring door - and the one across the hall - seemed to have suitcase tracks leading up to them. Some of the others must have already arrived. She opened the room, glancing about at the elegant yet simple layout. It would work.
She didn't bother to change, leaving the Cargo shorts and tank top on. It had been hot outside, and it would probably stay hot. She set the suitcase down, resolving to unpack later. She turned and, consulting her map yet again, made her way towards the living room. She peeked into the kitchen, just glancing around, before moving on. She swung the door open. Three people occupied the room already. A large, bearded man, who looked rather perturbed; a rich-looking, clean cut man, slightly shorter, also bearded; and a tiny young woman, fidgeting nervously. Emma beamed at the trio. "Hello. I'm Emma. This looks like it should be exciting."
