Scattershooting while wondering what happened to... everyone, really.
Who: Megan and Matt Where: Exterior Deck C When: Morning
Megan was still shaken up a bit from last night. You know, the whole having a body drop on her thing. She'd gotten back to her room and cleaned herself and Niles up, but hadn't slept well. Her room just wasn't as comforting as it once was. Nothing on this ship was. When morning came, she grabbed Niles to take him to the bathroom and a microcassette recorder. Ordinarily, she'd have just used her note-taker for something like this, but she felt like, if people were going to understand this properly, they needed to hear her voice relating it, not just her words on a page or a screen.
Taking a bench on an exterior deck, she sat down, for a while just taking in the sounds and smells of the sea. The air didn't quite feel right, but considering they were in the middle of where-the-fuck-ever, it wasn't horribly surprising. Niles, for his part, had crawled under the bench and was happily snoozing away, unperturbed by the evening's events. Megan pressed record on the tape recorder and began talking.
"My name is Megan Henderson. I don't know who will listen to this, or if I'll even be around when you do. This has been the cruise from hell. There was a storm on New Years that sent us god knows where- the popular theory is the Bermuda Triangle. Which I always thought was bullshit, but I guess it's as good a guess as any. Weird shit's been happening ever since- my injuries were healed, people started disappearing, good times. And then last night, the worst. I found a body. Lucky me, the blind chick found a dead body. Woo, yay me." She sighed for a moment and paused the recorder, rubbing her eyes. God this had been a shittastic vacation.