Characters: Johnny and OTA Setting: Front of the boat Content: Nothing yet. Summary: Bored rich kid.
The trip had been boring. Oh, boy had it been boring. Bright shiny new ship, and there was nothing to do but listen to the band play and watch the uppity women in first class preen themselves. He never understood how people could put up with them. Johnny certainly couldn’t. Oh, they were fun from time to time, but in between those rare moments? Boring as hell, and he couldn’t ever stand boring. He drove his parents, and his sister, nuts of course, with his constant attempts to entertain himself.
Which is just what he was doing at that moment. Back in England, he’d have gone slumming. He had done it often enough that he could mingle amongst those who didn’t have rich successful parents. Those same parents might’ve had fits if they knew just how many of his friends back home were amongst the “common folk”. But right now, he was up at the bow of the ship, his hands in his pockets as he whistled a slight tune as he walked along the edge of the ship and watched how the water was parted. Not that he saw any of the dolphins people always said led ships, which was something of a bummer.