Port Stephens: where the desert meets the sea. I have no pictures from the actual Cruise, the water was too choppy to bring out the camera!
I glance at the time on my phone again and sigh. Morning approaches, but I’m still restless.
“Guys,” I whisper urgently. “We need to wake up in four hours."
Someone throws a pillow at my face.
“Be quiet Mel, we’re trying to sleep,” the culprit mumbles from their bunk bed.
I’m being a pest, but what can I do? I’ve wanted to swim with dolphins since I was a child pretending to be a mermaid, so the anticipation keeps me awake.
This revelation does little to soften the scowls my friends give me, as we shuffle onto the boat the next morning, yawning like a row of dominos under the fading moon.
“Guys,” I whisper urgently. “We need to wake up in four hours."
Someone throws a pillow at my face.
“Be quiet Mel, we’re trying to sleep,” the culprit mumbles from their bunk bed.
I’m being a pest, but what can I do? I’ve wanted to swim with dolphins since I was a child pretending to be a mermaid, so the anticipation keeps me awake.
This revelation does little to soften the scowls my friends give me, as we shuffle onto the boat the next morning, yawning like a row of dominos under the fading moon.
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