Chapter Twelve

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I could see the crew-members pull up the plank and the boat started drifting away from the pier. I walked down to the lower deck where passenger's are supposed to bunk. The lower deck was a long hallway lined with rooms on each side. At the end of the hallway was a large open area. I couldn't quite pinpoint what the area was used for but, it must have been a valuable area.

My bedroom was smaller but had two beds sat side-by-side. I really hoped that if I had a roommate, they would be nothing like the last one. I tucked my satchel under the bed and laid down on top of the mattress.

A vision came rushing in. It was from a first person perspective, a knock came at the door. The person rises from the bed and walks towards it. A man stands there holding a fresh bouquet of flowers, the two people embrace. 

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