Who: Jenny & Dahlia. When: Night of Wednesday, June 5th. Where: Their cabin. What: Jenny does not like being off course. Jenny wants off. Warnings: Just some mild panic!
Even Jenny could admit that the day before had been lovely and fun and everything positive. Dominica was beautiful and full of lots to see and she'd ended the day exhausted, but happy. But in the last twenty-four hours, Jenny's short-lived enjoyment of the cruise had all but dried up entirely. Part of what had made the previous day so great had been the fact that it was a port day, that the blonde and her wife had been able to spend most of their day with their feet on solid land, exploring the island and indulging in over-priced food and just enjoying themselves.
But now they were off-course. They weren't stopping in Barbados, because they were off-course, and the word was that they wouldn't see land for seventy-two hours. There was nothing to see but water, water, and more water and Jenny wasn't sure how much longer she could take it.
For Dahlia's sake, Jenny had been trying to hold it together. There was no hiding her feelings from her wife, who could read her like a book even without her sight, but the blonde had been trying to keep herself composed. She couldn't break down. She was the eyes for both of them, she needed to have a calm and clear head at all times, and look out for both of them, even with Lucy at Dahlia's side. But all her eyes were allowing her to see lately was her fellow passengers, a mixture of disgruntled and worried. Some of them looked just as worried as she did, pale in the face, and distressed.
She hated the stupid water, she knew something like this would happen, that something would go wrong. She should have just told Anna and Martin that she didn't want to go on the stupid ship, Dahlia would have gone somewhere else.. but she wanted so badly for her wife to have a good time.
It was just a minor malfunction, that was what they were saying. That the ship just needed a little time to readjust itself and get them heading back in the direction they needed to be heading in, that was all, and there was no reason to panic. The staff was going above and beyond to accomodate them, to make sure that the trapped passengers were not bored or cranky with their predicament. But no amount of entertainment could take Jenny's mind off the situation as hand. It was her worst nightmare, short of a ship wreck. Until she saw land with her own eyes, they were lost as sea, as far as she was concerned.
Since finding out about the malfunction that morning, and staring out into the vast ocean for much too long, Jenny had spent most of the day in the cabin. She had felt sicker than ever, probably from working herself up, but it had led to a long day in bed, trying to distract herself with television and not doing such a good job. She didn't want to really be on deck. When it was time to actually get some sleep, she was still in the bed, so that was no problem. It was probably after midnight, before the blonde rolled over, giving Dahlia's back a gentle nudge, hoping she was still awake. "I can't sleep," she whispered, which was quite true. She'd spent the day in bed, but it was mostly moping, she hadn't been resting. Jenny hadn't rested for a minute, really. She was exhausted from all the panicking she'd done all day, all of the trying to keep herself together. When they were laying still in bed now, in the otherwise silent and dark room, the blonde also swore she could feel the boat rocking all around them. She couldn't do this for three days.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," she added, throwing the blankets back and fumbling her way out of the bed, and toward the attached bathroom.