Writing on Wednesday: Deleted Scene

Apbhrodite

 

“You were in a hurry for this?” I groaned. At Adonis’ insistence we were packed into one of the clubs on the lower decks with over a hundred other people watching “How to Use a Life Jacket 101” on a row of T.V screens attached to the ceiling.

He gave me a scathing look. “We can’t all teleport if the ship sinks.”

Once Adonis felt confident he knew our emergency rendezvous point and how to work a lifejacket, I insisted we take a tour of the ship. I needed to get a firm grip on where everything and everyone was if my observations were going to be of any use to Poseidon.

We went straight to the only deck above our suite, the sun deck. While Adonis explored the jogging track and the mini golf course, I kept an eye out for other demigods or deities. There were so many people on board, and the ship was so huge. How could I possibly keep an eye on everything?

There wasn’t much to explore on the next deck beyond water slides and kiddie camps, so we went straight down to the Lido deck. We both paused as we caught a whiff of Chinese food coupled with the sizzling sound of burgers on the grill.

“Wanna grab a bite?” I asked Adonis, mindful of his more human needs. Gods don’t technically need to eat, but food tastes too good to forgo completely. Plus with my divine metabolism, the extra calories wouldn’t hurt me a bit.

“Yeah, I could eat.” He grabbed my hand before I could make my way to the front of the line. “Line starts over here.”

Normally I’d say to hell with it and charm my way to the very front, but using charm really seemed to bug Adonis for some reason, so I shrugged and followed him to the end of a long, winding line. A large group of guys with closely shaved heads stood in front of us. The second they noticed me, they waved me in front of them behind a group of bikini-clad girls who instantly noticed Adonis.

We didn’t have to wait long.

The boat jerked, and let out a loud honking sound.

“The ship’s leaving!” Adonis sprang up from the table and dashed to the stairs. By the time I caught up with him, he was already in the suite with a huge grin on his face as he waved to the smattering of people on shore from our balcony. Someone, housekeeping probably, had opened all the taupe shades, allowing an unobstructed view of the port.

Letting out a deep breath, I collapsed onto the couch, kicking off my heels. Oh gods, that felt good. I stretched my feet, curling and uncurling my toes in the cushy carpet. Maybe heels weren’t the most practical choice for running around the entire ship.

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