Ever since getting on the boat ship, Jamie had been feeling like crap. Apparently it was sea sickness and he spent most of his time confined to his cabin just in case he needed to be sick. Which had been often at first. Eventually he had figured out that a soda had settled his stomach and a nice member of the crew had brought him some crystallized ginger as a remedy. With those and some time, he had grown accustomed to being on the ship and no longer felt as ill as he did. As such it was time to venture out.
First things first. He delivered a couple of notes as anyone who would likely visit him would be rather surprised to find him missing and hand written notes were much better than internet ones. That way he wouldn’t have to be worried about replies. Not that he really worried about those sorts of things only he felt bad for making people wait for hours on end just to get a message. He was just kind of a softy that way. So sue him.
He had an acoustic guitar with him so he could practice once he found somewhere to settle. Turned out that place was the green house as it had two benefits – 1. It was out-doorsy. 2. The ocean wouldn’t be staring him in the face, tempting him to be sick like being on deck would be. Actually, he was starting to think of more reasons but he was not going to pull a Spanish Inquisition. What he didn’t know was that someone had already beaten him to the punch.
For a short while, he just examined flowers and compared them with the guide brochures up front. Then he made his way through the paths to find a place to sit and practice. What better way to hang out in a greenhouse garden than with music? There is no better way. But before he found a bench for himself he passed a blonde girl with a book. Hm. He cleared his throat lightly so as not to startle her. Time to be the polite informant. “Hi, uh, sorry to interrupt. I was just going to use this place to practice,” he gestured over his shoulder to the guitar strapped to his back, “But if it’d be too distracting I’ll go elsewhere.”