Full Moon // Fred and Jack
Fred had grown bored with the party, the crowd was full of goodie two shoes with nothing on their minds beyond what outfit they were going to wear. She was certain that a few of them had spent the last few weeks losing sleep over it, as if it was some sort of important issue.
Fred had a few too many drinks in her and was roaming around the ship, completely unaware of exactly where she was going. It did not seem to matter, though. She had blown off some steam earlier, and was pretty certain that the man she spoke to thought she was completely insane.
None of that mattered, though, because Fred had plenty of people who thought worse of her. She tried her best not to look too much into it. If she drank enough alcohol, she could forget the whole ordeal ever even happened. However, at the moment, her cup had run completely dry. Not wanting to return to the party in search of more, she was attempting to look elsewhere and failing miserably.
She made her way to a balcony, where she leaned against and looked out at the sea. The sun had long dipped itself into the ocean, replaced with the brightly lit full moon. It seemed to grin at her and she was unsure if it was menacing or welcoming. She sighed heavily, her hair suddenly becoming an annoyance. She reached back into the bun adorning her head, removed pins, and shook her hair out. The crimson color cascaded against her lacy pale shoulders like water flowing down rocks.
