The Cursed Night
PRELUDE Travel Diary
Day 1 on this travel
I have found this brand new diary with silver embroidery hardcover. I feel like one those snob British ladies, instead of a criminal. Even the quality paper is scented with white lilies.
The police officers in Boston didn't notice anything about my escapade of their control
The Kingfisher is bigger than any other ship, I have ever been and far more luxurious a damn sharp fine lady. At least in their first-class ticket. I even have Indian teak furniture in the hole room and a big Venetian silverware and mirror. Persian carpets and blankets feel heavy and nice over your skin, with his rich red and silver intricated design.
Finally, after the lavish dinner, we set a voyage in the Ocean... The dinner was polite and cheerful, even if uneventful. Sadly, oysters and clam chowder cream don't go well with seasickness. My ill intuition told me that wouldn't feel so sick on the deck… So here I end! Deep inside the boat and I don't find anything of interest yet.
What I found it is that I was really wrong about seasickness, in general.
The queasy feeling in my tummy got worse as I entered the cargo hold… I ended up vomiting in this poor old chubby man shoes. Thankfully, he was more focused on my cleverage than in complaining about the whole affair. He maybe would end up being a big mark, but for now, I only want to get rid of this nausea.
Day 1 on this travel
I have found this brand new diary with silver embroidery hardcover. I feel like one those snob British ladies, instead of a criminal. Even the quality paper is scented with white lilies.
The police officers in Boston didn't notice anything about my escapade of their control
The Kingfisher is bigger than any other ship, I have ever been and far more luxurious a damn sharp fine lady. At least in their first-class ticket. I even have Indian teak furniture in the hole room and a big Venetian silverware and mirror. Persian carpets and blankets feel heavy and nice over your skin, with his rich red and silver intricated design.
Finally, after the lavish dinner, we set a voyage in the Ocean... The dinner was polite and cheerful, even if uneventful. Sadly, oysters and clam chowder cream don't go well with seasickness. My ill intuition told me that wouldn't feel so sick on the deck… So here I end! Deep inside the boat and I don't find anything of interest yet.
What I found it is that I was really wrong about seasickness, in general.
The queasy feeling in my tummy got worse as I entered the cargo hold… I ended up vomiting in this poor old chubby man shoes. Thankfully, he was more focused on my cleverage than in complaining about the whole affair. He maybe would end up being a big mark, but for now, I only want to get rid of this nausea.