Of all the grand many things that appeared during the festival, the ‘cruise’ ship docked in the bay was perhaps the most alluring. So different from the ships of old that Richard knew, but it made it all the more exciting. Each room lay dedicated to some puzzle or activity, and deep below deck was something called a ‘nightclub’ he’d yet to fully explore.
But, oh, Richard’s far too entranced by the sight of everything from up top for the time being. Least of all that all too familiar face amongst the crowd, a far cry from their last encounter.
“Goldie! My, I hadn’t expected to see you down below with the rest of us. If you’re to ask me for judgement once more, then it shall have to wait. I’m quite enjoying this fruit cocktail.” A pause, before a little gasp escapes him, filled with childish glee. “Ooh, you let your hair down.”
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