It was a cool autumn morning in November, and as Sylvia paced in front of her closet, her mind raced with thoughts of what to pack for her upcoming cruise. She had not taken a vacation the last two years to afford her first class accommodations. However costly, she felt she needed this long break to reinvent herself. What is life without a little out-of-the-ordinary fun! She is so glad Wendy talked her into taking the trip. They will have such fun; she cannot wait! She had shopped for several elegant evening gowns but the everyday wear had not been replaced and her summer clothes now seemed worn as she put them in her bags. This trip was a new beginning for Sylvia. Her life had been full of turmoil over the past few years, she was ready to move on, and her hope was this trip would give her a new start. She hopes to find herself again as the waves rock her toward each new day.
In a small suburb outside Tampa, Jack is waking from the dream that he repeatedly experiences. He recalls the dense fog and that her voice sounds so beautiful. Her soft voice beckons him to come to her. She just calls his name, repeatedly. The fog is thick and he cannot find her yet she continues to call out for him. He has been searching for a long time. Who is she and why has that voice captivated him so? He shakes his head to clear it. He has a long ride this afternoon and he needs to have a clear head before he gets to the port for his next cruise. Why he even came home this weekend escapes him? He needs to sell but he remains attached to the old place. So many memories here, yet they are painful and he needs to move on. There is nothing to keep him here now and with his love of the ocean awaiting him, it seems senseless to hold on to it any longer. The mortgage payments do not matter but he fears closing this chapter on his life will cause Rebecca’s memory to somehow fade and she would be lost to him if he were not grounded here any longer.
He loved Rebecca so much. She was the love of his life and her passing was very difficult for him. He held on to the hope that the cancer would go into remission. He thought they had many more years together. He wants to attempt to put the pieces of his life back together again and start anew but he is scared he will have no purpose without her at his side. What would she think of all this? Would she have packed up and moved on without me? he thought.
He drags himself from the bed and stumbles to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. He steps out onto the deck and leans on the top rail with cup in hand. He is peaceful here watching the birds and squirrels at play. Can he really leave this place behind and be a man of the water? He is so unsure of himself. Maybe the realtor and his lawyer can assist him in making the decision before leaving on Sunday. Susan said she would meet with him again this afternoon to discuss the listing; he needs to keep the appointment. Maybe he will call David and ask him to sit in on the meeting. Best not to do it alone…David will want to kick him in the seat of the pants for waiting so long!
He finishes his coffee and goes to take a shower. He finds the note that Sadie has left stating she will finish cleaning upon her return from the grocery store. What would he have done without her these past few years? How did he get so lucky to find her after Rebecca’s death? She was always there when he needed her. Again, he hated the thought of selling. Where would Sadie go? He hated having to let her go but she refused a job on the ship stating that life at sea was not for her. She wanted her feet planted firmly on the ground. While she had only been in his employ the past three years, she had come to mean so much to him. She had somehow become a surrogate mother to him during his period of mourning. With his own mother 15 hours away and his unpredictable schedule, he did not visit with her often enough and he allowed Sadie to somehow fill that void. He would miss her.
He always shaved before he showered and, as he did this morning, he peered into the mirror acknowledging, sadly, how much he has aged. Where had all the years gone? Who would want him now? He is reduced to salt and pepper hair, goatee, and the lines of his 48 years were more prominent than ever. He knew spending all that time in the sun was not in his favor. Maybe someone out there might still find him attractive. Maybe the woman in his dream was waiting! After his shower, he dressed in khakis and a blue button down shirt. The blue made his eyes come alive. He was feeling better now. Meeting with Susan today was for the best.
Jack heard a knock at the door and David let himself in immediately. David was surprised to see Jack seated at the table with a smile on his face. David had been there for Jack throughout the past few years waiting for him to come back to life. They shared many a depressing dinner chatting about the past and the hope of a brighter future. David just listened on those nights and let Jack get it out of his system. It was the beginning of the healing process and he knew, in time, Jack would come around. David knew selling the house was going to be the first step and he knew he would have to wait for Jack to make that decision on his own. Susan arrived shortly thereafter and discussions began. Jack sat and listened for quite sometime as Susan chatted about current listings, closing costs, the amenities in the neighborhood and how fortunate he was to be in such a popular area. She was positive the house would sell quickly and told Jack not to worry about the details. She would take care of everything.
Once the listing price was established and papers signed, Jack took a deep breath. “Well, I guess that’s it. What do I do now?” he said. David stood up and patted him on the back reinforcing the fact that he was doing the right thing. “The ship awaits and you know how you have longed to return to her.” Jack escorted Susan to her car and he decided to have lunch with David before he left town. They sidled up to the bar at O’Malley’s ordering a Philly cheese steak, fries and a cold Miller Lite. Jack took a sip of his beer and the depression kicked in again. Why now? The papers were signed and he knew it was the right decision to make. David peered over his beer and noticed the ever-present far off look in Jack’s eyes. “Come on now, you know you are doing this for all the right reasons. Rebecca would have wanted you to move on with your life and enjoy your remaining years doing what you love most. You have to believe that.” Jack swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. He cleared his throat and sighed again agreeing that David was right. It was just difficult to close a chapter and start a new one when you didn’t know what the next line was going to be.
Meanwhile, back at Sylvia’s, she was packing. She packed her shorts and tanks, a few camisoles, her underclothes and bathing suits, casual slacks and sweaters, sandals and flip flops, and a few toiletry items. The evening clothes, handbags and matching shoes were in special boxes along with her jewelry case. She would need to remember to meet with the captain upon arrival to store her valuables in the safe. She was so excited about this trip. She couldn’t wait for Wendy to arrive to take her to the airport. Would she ever get here? She made the last minute call to her brother to remind him to care for the pets while she was away and she asked that he water her poor plants too. She felt like she was leaving never to return. She started when there was a knock on the door. Wendy stood outside on the stoop with a silly grin planted on her face. “Ready to start your new life? I am!” Sylvia just laughed and asked Wendy to take some of the bags to the car. Once all was settled in the car, they were off to the airport. Traffic was a breeze and they arrived in plenty of time to get their bags checked and find their departing gate. They chatted as they waited for their boarding call. Sylvia was nervous now. Her fear of flying had consumed her for the first time about 12 years ago and she had yet to overcome the fear. Wendy was ready with the Dramamine and a cup of water. She knew the signs well since they traveled together regularly on business trips. What were friends for, right? First class passengers were called to board and they walked up to the gate with tickets in hand. Their ID’s were checked and they were heading toward the plane. Once planted in their seats, Sylvia began to doze almost immediately and the old familiar dream began. The fog was dense and she called for him… “Jack, …” she whispered, “Jack, … where are you?”
Jack said his goodbyes to David outside O’Malley’s. Jack gave his life long friend a hug and a pat on the back while thanking him for always being there for him. David said, “This is not goodbye, but see you later! You act as if I’m never to see you again.” For some reason, Jack sighed. This felt like goodbye to him. He couldn’t explain it. He shook it off and flashed that famous high school grin of his. “You’re right! I’ll see you later…” and Jack got into his car and headed for the interstate. As he looked in the rear view mirror, David was waving. He watched as David became a tiny speck and was no longer visible. Still staring at himself in the mirror, he said, “Well, ole boy. I guess this is it. Chin up. It’s a new life.”
The plane landed in Tampa and Wendy wakened the sleeping Sylvia. Sylvia was very groggy from the Dramamine. Oh, how she hated flying and taking those pills. It would take her days to recover from them. She did not want to spend her cruise sleeping it off. They de-boarded, retrieved their luggage and haled a taxi. The ride to port was 30-minutes and Sylvia fell asleep again…just as Wendy was waking her, she remembered hearing the word “Jack” whispered from her very mouth. She didn’t know if Wendy heard her or not. She had kept these dreams a secret from Wendy. What did the dreams mean? Fog, just dense fog, and the word, Jack. Who is he and why am I calling for him? Why is the dream recurring night after night? She dismissed the thought the minute they arrived at port.
The ship was gigantic and loomed in the distance. Sylvia had never seen a ship of its size. She looked around at all the activity: People racing to board, porters carrying luggage, and she could see some last minute loading of goods near the end of the ship. This would be her home for the next few days. She was eager to board and begin having fun. The sky was clear and beautiful. The seagulls rose high up in the air, swooping down occasionally to pick something out of the water. She hadn’t realized she stood there daydreaming until she felt Wendy’s hand pulling her along. Wendy’s laughter brought her out of it. “Come on or we will never have any fun.” They ran to the ship and walked to the bridge that would carry them the last 100 or so yards to their dream vacation. As they approached the entrance, Sylvia saw a very handsome man in a tailored, navy suit with gold bars on the shoulders. His white captain’s hat sat low on his forehead so that his eyes were barely visible. His salt and pepper hair was visible in the back and his goatee was trimmed short. She could see he was speaking with one of the crew and a big smile broke out on his face. What a beautiful smile and his laugh was so genuine. As they drew near, Sylvia heard someone call out to him. “Jack, old man! Welcome back. We’ve missed you.” “Jack,” Sylvia thought. How ironic that his name is Jack. It’s just a coincidence; it must be. As her thoughts traveled back to her dream, Wendy tugged on her hand again and the thoughts dissipated. Wendy encouraged her to pick up the pace so they could find their cabins.
Once settled in their cabins, Sylvia decided to get her jewelry to the safe. She stopped a staff member in the hallway and he directed her to take the elevator up three levels, take a right out of the elevator, a right at the next stairwell, go down the hall and to the left she would find the Captain’s office. Someone would assist her there. She thanked him and was on her way. Sylvia stepped from the elevator and as she turned toward the right, a stately gentleman in a dark suit bumped into her, causing the contents of her jewelry box to spill onto the floor. They both exclaimed, “I’m sorry,” at the exact same time. He quickly stated, “Jinx, you owe me a coke!” and he began to laugh. As they bent to pick up the pieces, she stammered, “It’s you. I saw you as we were boarding but you’ve changed.” He cocked his head, “Changed? Changed how? It has been a while since I’ve been on this ship. Have we met?” She was immediately embarrassed for he was a stranger and she was sounding all too familiar. “I’m sorry. Forgive my manners. I thought I saw you as we were boarding earlier today. Your suit is different. I’m Sylvia Roberts, a passenger, and I am on my way to see the captain.” He held out his hand to her, “Allow me to introduce myself, Jack Morrison,” and he bowed and placed a feathery kiss on the top of her hand. As he righted himself, he smiled at her. A chill ran up her arm and she thought, “What a beautiful smile he has.” “Well, what can I help you with Mrs. Roberts?” he asked.
She became flustered. “Oh, I’m not married,” she said and a little embarrassed by the quick reply.
“My error. I just assumed you were married when you stated you saw me when “we” were boarding.”
“Oh, no, I am here with a friend.” Sylvia exclaimed.
Jack became immediately disappointed. “Well, he is a lucky man, Miss Roberts.”
“No, he’s a she,” she laughed. “My friend, Wendy Acres, and I are here to enjoy this wonderful trip. No stress, no guys! Just fun on the ship, in the sun and in every port we turn!”
“Well, then, since you are alone, why not join me at my table for dinner this evening,” Jack asked.
“Wendy and I have plans but thank you for the invitation,” Sylvia stated.
“By all means,” Jack replied, “please bring Wendy along.”
Sylvia accepted his kind invitation and looked down at the jewelry forgetting her original reason for seeking him out. Jack followed her gaze to the jewelry noticing her cleavage on the way. “Ah, the jewelry!” He then took her by the elbow and led her to his office in order for her to store her jewelry in the safe. As Jack turned to pull the appropriate forms for Sylvia to sign, he noticed she was watching his every move. Sylvia couldn’t help but be distracted. Was this the “Jack” from her dreams? Was the fog there related to being out on the ocean? Could it be? She never once saw him in her dreams; only called for him. She’s being silly.
Jack tried not to be obvious in his return stare. “Had he met her some place before? He did not remember seeing her before but something was definitely familiar. Her voice sounded too familiar and…it’s the voice… the voice from my dreams. It can’t be. It just can’t be. It was a dream. It wasn’t real. Let it go.” He finished the form completing the description of the inventory of jewelry and then gave her the pen to sign the receipt and acknowledge that her items were stored appropriately. She thanked him again for the dinner invitation and was well on her way back to her cabin before she allowed her dreams to drift back into the forefront of her thoughts.
Wendy was waiting for her upon her return and she was trying on clothes for their first dinner on the ship. Sylvia was very distracted and Wendy came up to her to ask her what was wrong. Sylvia began to explain the dreams and the captain being named Jack and how that light, feathery kiss caused a chill to run up her arm.
Wendy was rather skeptical about Sylvia’s accepting the Captain’s invitation but on second thought there might be some single men at the table and she could meet someone new on the first night. The thought lifted her spirits tremendously! Sylvia went into her cabin to dress. First, she poured a steaming hot bath, added her favorite bubbles and sunk into the tub while her favorite music played. She allowed herself the luxury of a 45-minute bath and the water was lukewarm as she stepped out of the tub. She dried herself and put on her favorite lotion and sprayed her Jōvan Musk along her cleavage and neckline. She steps into her new, sexy black dress with its deep plunging neckline and, of course, it shows off her best assets. The salesclerk was absolutely right; it was the perfect purchase. The sandals with their rows of fluted black beads are an excellent addition and make the outfit look stunning. She chose her pearls for this evening. A touch of class and sass all rolled into one. Once her hair and makeup were perfect, she knocked on the adjoining door to call for Wendy. Wendy, with her petite frame, looked equally stunning in a sleek silver mini with matching shoes and diamonds. Her recently cut hair had been formed into a French twist, which showcased her elongated neck. They walked to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. To Sylvia’s surprise, the Captain was the only passenger. When she stepped in, they exchanged a quizzical glance and smile but said nothing. Wendy caught the glance and grinned to herself. There was time enough for the formal introductions once they entered the dining room. Sylvia could feel his gaze upon her back. Little did he know she dressed for him this evening; this should be interesting…
The three passengers stepped off the elevator and entered the large banquet room. Sylvia and Wendy stopped at the bar to order a drink while the Captain mingled with other guests; many of them welcoming him back from his long hiatus. Sylvia consciously listened to their conversations hoping to learn more about him. She was instantly attracted to this man and hoped that she was able to hide it. Sylvia learned from these conversations that he was a widower and this was his first cruise since his wife’s death more than two years ago. She was at odds with her own feelings now. How could she chase after this man after all the tragedy he had obviously suffered? She decided then and there to keep her distance and keep things on a social level only.
Other passengers were beginning to gather at the Captain’s table and Sylvia and Wendy took their designated seats; Sylvia being seated just to the Captain’s left and Wendy to her left. A rather stately woman was seated to Jack’s right and he had hoped the Baron von Richter would be seated there for the conversation would be less distracting and he could spend more time getting to know Sylvia Roberts. Her perfume drove him crazy in the elevator and her legs went on forever. Those shoes made her calves look wonderful and his mind began to wonder what else was waiting for him under that dress.
Introductions were made around the table and intimate conversations had begun. Captain Jack Morrison was the main topic. His guests were eager to learn what kept him away from the sea for so long and he began his story, one of intrigue and excitement. What they did not know was it was littered with nothing but lies. It made his guests wish they were fulfilling their own dreams as he had. How could he tell them the truth? He did not want anyone feeling sorry for him or shedding tears over his loss. The yarn he was spinning made them laugh and smile, and the twinkle in their eyes showed they hung on to every word wishing it were them living his exciting life.
Jack looked over at Sylvia as she leaned toward Wendy to share a quiet word and, as she did, he brushed her right knee with the back of his hand. He was unaware of the shiver running up her thigh and into her groin. Sylvia welcomed the intense heat of his touch yet she tried to remain calm and undisturbed on the outside. Her eyes sought his and for a brief second she could see the mischief there. Could he see right through her and read her mind? Did he know how long it had been since someone had found her attractive to flirt with her so easily? Jack Morrison would be in for a big surprise; he had no idea the tiger lay dominant in her body for far too long.
Dinner could be described as understated elegance. The wine, the candlelight, and the conversation were all appetizers for the soul. After the shrimp cocktail and the salads were served, the next course of Steak Oscar was served with a side of garlic-mashed potatoes and steamed asparagus with a rich hollandaise sauce. The filet was cooked perfectly and the lump crabmeat was fresh and succulent to the taste. Sylvia found herself closing her eyes and exclaiming “Mmmmm” at her first taste. When she opened her eyes, Jack was watching her with a mischievous grin. She smiled back at him and began a quiet conversation with him. How long had he been a captain? Where had he traveled? Where was home? As she spoke, his thoughts drifted back to the touch of her skin and how silky she felt. It will be a challenge for him to keep his distance from her. He realized immediately this would be quite some voyage.
They continued their small talk throughout dinner and he learned that Sylvia was 42, now single, living in Virginia (while she was born in California) and she longed to head back to the West Coast where most of her family now lived. Her work had brought her to Virginia and while engineering was her passion, she longed for the closeness of family. Sylvia wanted to learn more about his travels and his exciting life on the open seas. He told her of his experiences on the open sea or rather the experiences he thought she would want to hear. He could not tell her that being a Captain on a cruise ship had meant nothing to him over the last few years, as he lay crumpled in a heap over the loss of his wife. How did he begin to describe the pain wrenching through his body at the moment Rebecca took her last breath? Rebecca was everything to him. She was his rock. She loved to travel and she loved being with him. She never complained about his life on the water. They never had children, a decision he now regretted. He would give anything to be able to look in their daughter’s eyes and see Rebecca reflected there or look at their son and see her beautiful smile mimicked there. Only when Rebecca was diagnosed with cancer did he attempt to settle down and buy the house she so loved. He would have done anything to make her happy. For a time, it seemed they had it all. Her cancer went into remission and they were hopeful that life would be good again. He spoke then of having a family but Rebecca was firm in her answer of no. She could not bear to have a child that she may one day have to leave because of her illness. Jack honored her wishes and they remained a loving couple despite the lack of children. With Rebecca in remission, Jack’s travel schedule became more hectic as he signed on for the longer cruises. Jack had hired Sadie, the live-in housekeeper, so Rebecca would not be alone.
Two years later while at sea, Jack received a call that Rebecca was back in the hospital and he needed to get home immediately. After discussions with the physician on call, Jack learned that the cancer had returned several months ago and Rebecca had kept this from him. When he walked into her hospital room, Rebecca’s eyes were littered with tears. He rushed to her and took her in his arms kissing away the tears. He loved her more than life itself. Why Rebecca? Why his sweet Rebecca? He asked her why she kept the news from him. Her response was she did not want her illness to take over his life. She did not want him hovering over her. She tried to spare him the grief. She knew his grief would be tenfold upon her passing and she just wanted him to have peace now. He pulled her into his arms again and kissed each eyelid, each cheek and the top of her head. He sought out her mouth and gingerly kissed her there. “I will always love you” was all he could say and he hugged her tighter. Rebecca became well enough to be released from the hospital and he hired a nurse to care for her. He gave up his ship to be with her, as he knew she did not have long. The doctors told him she had only months to live. He needed the time to memorize her face, her smile, and the twinkle in her eye. He thought he knew her inside out but now the rules had changed.
Jack heard the voice calling his name. “Jack? Are you okay? Jack? Where are you?” As his vision cleared, Sylvia’s concerned face came into view. He did not realize he drifted off into his own thoughts of Rebecca. For an instant, he thought he was dreaming again. Jack made his excuses that he was just lost in thought and continued on with his escapades on the open sea. Jack was definitely interested in pursuing Sylvia further; he would have plenty of time on this scheduled trip.
Toward the end of dinner, the band began to play soft music and Jack asked Sylvia to dance. She was hesitant to leave Wendy alone at the table but when she turned to ask her a question, she was gone. Wendy was not on the dance floor and Sylvia had been so engrossed in her conversation with Jack that she did not see Wendy slip from the room. Sylvia graciously accepted Jack’s proffered hand. Jack was an excellent dancer and took complete control of her, swaying and turning her; she felt as if she were gliding on air. As the music slowed, he pulled her in close. She leaned in closer and the smell of his cologne was stimulating to her senses. Jack’s hand slid up her back and his fingers tensed pushing her in even closer. They were cheek-to-cheek and body-to-body, and as he led her around the dance floor, she closed her eyes and felt she was in a dream. She has not been this happy in years. It was just a dance but her soul felt free at last. Who is this Jack Morrison, she thought, I want to get to know him better. The song ended and the guests applauded as they exited the dance floor. She did not realize they were a solo couple on the dance floor. Sylvia’s face was flushed with color as Jack led her to a nearby exit so they could continue their discussion in private.
The air was warm and Sylvia was enjoying herself tremendously. While it was only dinner and a couple of dances, she felt giddy like some teenager on her first date. She realized Jack continued to hold her hand and it felt so natural there. She could get used to this kind of treatment. Dinner, dancing, moonlit walks on the deck. He led her down the corridor as he complemented her on her choice of dress and shoes. The pearls were stunning and her upswept hair gave her neck an elongated appearance, something he had not noticed previously. He stopped along the side railing and pulled her against him. His gaze was intense and she pulled away feeling uneasy out on the deck alone. She was instantly attracted to this man only hours ago. She was beginning to panic and now she wished she knew where Wendy had gone. Her safety net had disappeared.
Jack pulled her closer and whispered, “Say my name.”
Sylvia’s mouth opened to say his name and the dream came rushing back to her. She just looked at him wide eyed.
“Why do you want me to say your name?”
He replied, “I just need you to say my name. Let’s just say it’s a test!”
She pulled away quickly seeing Wendy at the end of the corridor. She quickly looked back to see Jack still standing at the railing. She again looked at Wendy and called out her name. Wendy was trying to read the emotions on her face. Sylvia looked scared as she approached. “There is something going on here, Wendy. I think he is the ‘Jack’ from my dreams.”
“How can that be?” Wendy replied.
Sylvia replied, “I don’t understand any of this. He just asked me to say his name; it was simply a test. I got a little spooked. I am so glad I saw you. Where have you been? You disappeared a while ago…”
Wendy replied, “It is none of your business where I went or who I was with!” and giggled.
Looking surprised and shocked, Sylvia replied, “Oh, come on. Who is he? You’ve got to tell me. It is still early in the evening. Let’s go chat.”
Once in her cabin, Wendy spilled her guts. “Baron von Richter, (Michael) asked her to dance. He’s 6’2”, 195 lbs, jet-black hair, dark eyes, and olive skin, a GOD! He dances wonderfully and then pulls me over to a corner table to chat privately. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to go with him. His full body was against mine as we danced and, boy, was he ready for the evening (if you know what I mean)!” She giggled again. Sylvia is shocked to learn that Wendy and Michael snuck off to his cabin. Wendy has that smug look on her face that tells all!
Sylvia mentions her dance, how Jack’s hand caressed her knee under the table, and how intense his gaze was upon her out on the deck. She felt as if she had met him before. However, she cannot place him.
Wendy asked, “Is that all that happened?”
“Well, yes,” was Sylvia’s reply.
“You got spooked over nothing?”
“You don’t understand, Wendy! He only wanted to hear his name from my lips. I wonder if he has had the same dream.”
“How can that be?”
“I don’t understand why I am on this cruise? Why did I run into Jack (literally) immediately upon our arrival? Are we meant to spend time together and, if so, for what purpose? This is all too surreal. Wendy, it’s late; I’ve had enough excitement for one day. Let’s get some sleep.”
They hugged each other and Sylvia went to her cabin. As she dressed for bed, her thoughts drifted back over the day’s events. She needs to let go of the uneasy feeling that has overcome her. She pulled back the covers and slipped under the sheets. She laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. The stress of the day overcame her and she was fast asleep in no time at all.
Sylvia tossed and turned throughout the night; the dream keeping her from a sound sleep. The fog was thicker than usual and as she walked through the corridors, calling out to him, “Jack, … Jack, …”
Jack stood at the railing for quite some time contemplating his next move with Sylvia. He knew she had to be the voice in his dreams. How could it be anyone else? She was on this cruise, his first since Rebecca’s death, for a reason. Now, to find out what that reason might be. He walked along the deck, whistling, hands tucked in his pockets. When he reached his quarters, he went in shrugged out of his jacket and poured himself a scotch. He did not drink alone as a rule but tonight was different. He needed to calm down and put things into perspective before morning came.
The sun shone brightly in the window this morning in Sylvia’s cabin. Stretching like a limber tiger, she squinted at the bright light streaming in. It felt wonderful to sleep in not having to rush around preparing for her busy day at the office. There was a soft knock at the adjoining door and Wendy peaked in. “Morning, did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I tossed and turned a bit; I had the dream again. I wonder what is going on here, Wendy. This cannot be a coincidence. I keep dreaming of calling out for Jack and he happens to be the captain of this ship. I wish I knew more…but does it really matter? I’m on vacation. I need to stop thinking about that and start having fun. What do you want to do today?”
Wendy was anxious to head down to breakfast and coffee. Due to her unexpected activity the night before, she was starving and said as much to Sylvia, giggling, and told her to hurry and get ready.
At 10:00am, they entered the small dining room for brunch. Mimosas and coffee awaited them at the table. They each fixed a plate and seated themselves near the windows. The water was calm and the sun reflected into the room making it much brighter and cheerful. They discussed events for the day and decided to lounge around the pool. The weather was wonderful and they needed to take advantage of the warm temperatures since Virginia was unusually cool this year. Breakfast finished, they went back to their rooms to change. Twenty minutes later, they were seated in their chairs with books in hand.
Not two pages into her book, Sylvia spotted Jack coming down a nearby stairwell. He was instructing his staff on set up for the pool party being held this evening. She pretended to be uninterested in him or his conversation but could not contain the smile that crept onto her face. He looked wonderful this morning in his tailored suit and his well-groomed appearance. She thought him to be a very handsome man. He took such care with his appearance and she liked that in a man. He belonged on this ship and wondered, for a moment, what he did with his life prior to this. She envisioned him on the high school football team when he was young with the girls swooning after him. When he flashed that smile of his, she bet the girls fell instantly in love with him.
Jack saw Sylvia the minute he descended the stairs. He lost all train of thought as he eyed her long, shapely legs. He was amazed to see her in a two-piece suit. “Oh, my god, she is beautiful,” he said. Not realizing he spoke the words aloud, his staff tried to stifle their laughter. Jack was embarrassed, cleared his throat and dismissed them immediately. He let them know he would get back to them shortly on the final details.
He bound down the stairwell and walked the long way around the pool in order to feast his eyes upon her at great length. Her skin was flawless, her tan even and dark. The olive suit was the best canvas to offset her eyes. The eyes, the greenest green he’d ever seen. The long lashes framed them perfectly. Her beautifully shaped mouth was so intoxicating. Her lips were full but not too pouty. Just then, her tongue slid across her lips moistening them. Mmmm, he thought, did she have any idea how erotic that was for him? He could only imagine the feel of her tongue as it licked at his lips and probed his mouth; that seductive mouth nibbling on his neck and his ears.
He took a deep breath and ventured forward walking up to her chair to bid her good morning. Wendy looked up from her book and was disappointed to see Jack Morrison standing at Sylvia’s chair. She had not seen Michael and wondered where he was keeping himself this morning. She wondered if she’d made a mistake last night. She was often a bad judge of character and went with her first instinct, which ultimately led to disappointment. She wasn’t looking for a ring and a walk down the aisle but she wanted romance in her life and wanted someone to care for her like those heroines in her novels! Sylvia always attracted the great looking guys with the great careers. You know the ones: Mr. Right, Mr. Wonderful, and Mr. I’m Your Everything! What did she ever attract but slackers who were looking for one thing or lied to you all the time, sucking you into their lives before you knew it and then left you in the horrible aftermath when it was all said and done. Enough was enough. Michael had to be different. He was a Baron for god’s sake! And, this was just a cruise. She needed to remember this was just a cruise. It wasn’t long-term dating and happily ever after but couldn’t she just hope so for a minute!
Sylvia looked up from her book and smiled. Good morning was on her lips but he knelt down and as he took her hand, he said, “You have such graceful hands. They are so feminine. Your nails are long and beautiful and I like the French manicure. It suits you.”
“Thank you,” was all she could say. She watched him as he caressed her fingers. His touch sent tingles up her arm. Her heart began to beat faster. Simple words and a gentle touch were all it took. She was starving for affection and knew this was not the path she should take but his hand on hers felt wonderful.
“You are so beautiful,” he stated as he released her hand. “I’d like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in taking a tour of my ship today?”
She kindly declined his invitation letting him know that she and Wendy already made plans for the day. As soon as they arrived at the first port, they would be departing for the remainder of the day. Jack was very disappointed but his face remained unchanged. He said, “Ah, some other time then. Have a wonderful time. I hope to see you at dinner this evening.”
“We shall see. I suppose it depends on what time we return, but thank you again for the invitation.”
With that statement, Jack turned to leave her but he turned back quickly and caught her slapping Wendy’s hand away. Is it a game you want to play, Sylvia? Two can play that game. He then kept walking, wondering what he should try next.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Wendy exploded. “What were you thinking? He is gorgeous and he asked you to tour his ship and all but invited you to dinner again? What do you have against him?”
“I don’t know, Wendy, something isn’t right here. He’s moving too fast. I’m going to keep my distance. This is my vacation. I wanted to start my life over but I don’t think this is the way to do it. It is too convenient being stuck on this ship with him at every turn. I feel like he is watching me at all times.”
Wendy just rolled her eyes and told her to let go of some of that anxiety and enjoy herself. It’s a vacation. That’s what vacations are for…to have fun or did she forget?
“I haven’t forgotten. I just want to take my time. I live in Virginia, he’s from who knows where. I don’t even need to know where he is from because this is going nowhere.”
Wendy said to herself, “She’s in denial already! Can’t people see when they are attracted to someone and it is the right thing to do? Why is it they are always the last to know!”
The whistle blew denoting they would be in port shortly. Sylvia and Wendy gathered their things and went back to their cabins to change for the day. The beach was beautiful and the shopping was grand. The seafood was delectable and the wines were heavenly. They shopped too much, ate too much and drank too much. It was like being young and foolish again with no boundaries. The day was drawing to a close and they would need to return to the ship soon. Sylvia did not want to leave just yet. Wendy dragged Sylvia from her chair telling her we can’t miss the ship. How would we get home?
“Okay, okay. I’m going. Who made you the mother?!” and Sylvia giggled.
Wendy was happy to hear her giggle. It had been so long. Sylvia has been recuperating from surgery since early March and she was finally getting back to her old self. It has been a tough few years for Sylvia, she had knee surgery last year, lost her job and then terminated her three-year relationship with her fiancée. She didn’t have a high trust level where men were concerned and Wendy just wanted to see her friend happy. At least she came along on the cruise. Now, if I can just convert her into the fun girl again!
They made it back to the ship with plenty of time to spare but they were exhausted and stayed in playing dress up with some of the new clothes they purchased. It was like being teens again right before school started. You have to try on everything again once you get home so your friends can assure you that your purchases would bowl over every guy in school!
Jack was seated early in the evening at his private table waiting for Sylvia to make her entrance. He needed to see her, wanted to hold her, so desperately wanted to kiss her. He had become obsessed with this woman. He had to have her. He knew that voice was from his dream and he needed to get to the bottom of whatever this was all about. She seemed to be avoiding him or was it his imagination. He would wait a while longer and if she did not stop in, he would seek her out.
After the “dress up” session, Wendy snuck out to find Michael. She walked into one of the smaller bars and took a seat on one of the stools. A tall beer was in order tonight; something to cool her off. She’d been steaming all day because she had yet to see Michael again. She was looking at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar when she saw Michael seated several tables down to her left. He was snuggled up to some blonde beauty in a skin tight dress. She wondered, briefly, how long it took her to pour herself into it. She saw Michael’s hand sliding up the woman’s thigh. She was so disgusted she left and stormed back to her cabin.
Wendy knocked on Sylvia’s door but there was no answer. She needed an outlet to diffuse her anger. She decided to head to the banquet room to get in some late night dancing. Upon entering the room, Wendy saw Jack sitting all alone. She immediately walked over to ask him to dance and all he wanted to know was where Sylvia was this evening. Wendy told him she did not know; there had been no answer at her door.
Jack looked concerned and got up immediately to find her. He wanted to see her and this was the best opportunity to make that happen. Jack walked along the outside corridor hoping to find her at the railing where they visited last evening. She wasn’t there. He decided to go to his quarters to change since the time grew late. He wasn’t quite used to being in this suit all day and night. Shorts and a t shirt would suit him much better.
Sylvia was just leaving the captain’s office when Jack turned the corner. “I see you made it back to the ship safely,” Jack said.
“Yes, we have been back for quite some time but I forgot to get my jewelry back to the safe and I tried to get in and the room was locked.”
“I can assist you with that,” Jack replied. “By the way, would you mind having a nightcap or a cup of coffee with me before you retire for the evening? We can go to my quarters if that is alright with you.”
“Jack, it is really late. Why don’t we call it an evening?”
“But I have wanted to speak with you about a certain matter that has been disturbing me ever since I met you.”
“I can’t imagine how I might be considered disturbing since we just met and are utter strangers, Jack.”
“Please, give me 15 minutes of your time. That is all I ask.”
“Oh, all right. Lead the way.”
“Thank you. You won’t regret it. I assure you.”
As they walked to the elevator to go to Jack’s quarters, Jack pulled her into his arms and put his thumb and forefinger on her chin to tilt it up a little. He gazed into those green eyes and he could see his own reflection. “Can I kiss you?” he said. She leaned in and lightly touched her lips to his. He took her lead and leaned in further parting her lips with his tongue. His tongue sought hers and played. He sucked on her bottom lip and tugged gently. He heard a moan escape from her. He was excited already. He placed a kiss at the base of her neck and on each collarbone. Her eyes closed and her head titled back farther. She would have lost her balance had his hands not been holding her tightly. His hand slid up her back and massaged the nape of her neck. His fingers pressed into her hair and massaged slowly. “You are so tense,” he whispered. His words brought her back to earth and she pulled away. “I can’t do this. Not here, not now.”
“But Sylvia, please hear me out. I’m sorry. I should have more restraint but I think you are beautiful and I have waited all day to talk to you. Please. Just hear me out. Let’s go upstairs to talk and I promise I won’t keep you long.”
Sylvia gave in. She knew she shouldn’t but she was so attracted to him. She would be good. She would behave. This is her vacation. She will not ruin it by making a fool of herself.
They stepped into the empty elevator and proceeded up three more levels. They walked down a narrow corridor to his private quarters. Jack stopped, opened the door and escorted her in. He immediately took off his jacket and tossed it over the nearest chair. He undid his tie. Sylvia was getting more nervous by the minute. When he pulled his shirttail out of his trousers, she turned back toward the door. He raced after her. “Don’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m not quite used to being in a suit all day. Please sit down while I go change. I’ll put on some coffee unless you’d rather have a glass of wine.
“Wine is good. Do you have a Merlot or Shiraz?”
“Yes. While I change, why don’t you check out the selection and help yourself. The glasses are hanging in the cabinet to the right.”
She walked over to the bar and perused his collection of vintage reds. He has impeccable taste, she thought; here is a man after her own heart. Apparently, he had a passion for the reds too.
Jack came back into the room in shorts and a Virginia Tech t-shirt. What legs he had; very well defined with a dark tan. “Well, have you made a selection?”
“Why don’t you choose for me?” she said scanning his face trying to read his mind. What is he up to, she thought. She realized for the first time the t-shirt said Virginia Tech and wondered if it was his favorite college team or his alma mater.
He looked up at her and said, “Alma Mater.”
“I’m sorry? What did you say?”
“Alma Mater. You were wondering about my shirt, weren’t you?”
“Why, yes, I was, but how did you know?”
“Lucky guess! I grew up in Roanoke, Virginia, and later went to Tech on a football scholarship. My major was business and I minored in engineering. My first job offer was in Florida and I never left. How about you? What is Miss Sylvia all about?”
“Well, funny thing you minored in engineering. I work for a Virginia engineering firm as a consultant. I was sent to boarding school at a young age and I was formally educated in Europe. I work very hard in my field and simply try to keep up with the guys. Engineering was always a “guy thing” back when I was in school. It was difficult to find study partners who were serious about learning because all the guys wanted to do was party but I managed to get my masters and be well rewarded for my efforts. I love my job and the work is rewarding when you see your creations being erected in one city or another.”
Jack was amazed at this woman. Her body was beautiful, her face glowed, and she was obviously intelligent and so feminine. “Excuse my manners. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while I pour the wine?”
Sylvia sat down on the sofa; it was very soft to the touch and well worn. It was one of those sofas you could sink right into. She watched him while he uncorked the bottle. The muscles in his arms flexed as he popped the cork. His hands looked strong but he had a gentle way about him as he reached for the wine glasses. He poured the wine and brought the glasses with him as he crossed the room. He handed off one glass to her and smiled that boyish smile. His glass raised, he toasted, “To new beginnings,” and clinked glasses.
“To new beginnings,” she repeated. Was this a new beginning, she wondered? She struggled with the question. He was nice to look at, no argument there. She was sure he had a sordid past and she was yet to find out anything about him. She tried to relax as she contemplated how to get information from him. She began asking questions about Roanoke and family; it was probably a bit forward for her to be asking but he didn’t seem to mind chatting about himself. She learned his parents were still happily married and both were in semi-retirement, he had two siblings; the sister was divorcing and the brother hadn’t amounted to much after all these years and dependent upon family to support him. However, he was a very successful engineer prior to joining the cruise line. He’d been in Florida for 11 years now and enjoyed it immensely.
Sylvia could see the tan line on the third finger of his left hand. “How long have you been married?” she asked. She could tell he was shocked by the question.
His face was rather grim as he responded. “Well, if you must know, I was married for 24 years. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I can see the tan line on your finger and I was curious as to why you asked me here when I can obviously see you are married. I shouldn’t have come but it is my vacation and I wanted to have some fun. So, tell me all about her.”
“I met Rebecca in high school. Actually, one of my friends dated her first but I won her over in the end. We had a wonderful life together. She worked for a while when I had my engineering position but when I decided to join the cruise line, she traveled with me. She gave up everything for me. We had plans, we had a bright future ahead of us, or so we thought, until she got sick. She was diagnosed with cancer and, fortunately for both of us, she went into remission. Once her blood count was high again, she began to travel with me.” We have a beautiful home near Tampa. It will be difficult to part with it.
“Why would you move?” Sylvia asked.
“You see, Rebecca passed away three years ago. We were 45 years old. We thought we had our whole lives ahead of us. We had plans. We loved the water. We were building our dream home on the water and, now, that is all over. This is my first cruise since her death. I did not want to go on living. I had no focus. I didn’t care what I did each day: make the coffee, go to work, cut the grass, clean the house, walk the dog. What did it matter anymore? She was no longer with me so why should I need to go on, especially alone. It wasn’t fair.”
“My friend, David, helped see me through the past few years and he kept encouraging me to seek counseling. I did the counseling thing but I was in denial. I thought I would be fine. I knew I was alone and that she would never come back. However, as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I realized I was never going to see her again. The house is pretty much how she left it. I never had the courage to change anything until now. I listed the house before I left for this cruise. The healing process just takes time and I do need to move on with my life. Can I kiss you?”
“Ummm” was all she could say before he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. She liked it, a lot. She didn’t understand what just happened. He was speaking of Rebecca one moment and kissing her the next. I guess he’s moved on after all.
His arms wrapped around her and his kissing became urgent. She needed to stop this. It had been so long since anyone had touched her or kissed her. Her passion heightened and her head was light. Did he know what he was doing to her on the inside? Could he feel her rapidly beating heart? His kisses trailed down her throat. Her head titled back and she gave in to him. Her hands were all over him, massaging his neck; she kissed his face and neck. She nibbled at his lobes. He pulled her off the sofa to stand with her wanting her body against his. He picked her up and walked her into the bedroom where the maple four-poster bed awaited them. Candles were burning and soft music played. He laid her gently across the bed and he lay beside her.
He looked in her eyes and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
“All I know is I want you,” she said breathlessly.
Jack made love to her in the steady glow of the candlelight. He kept his arms wrapped around her as if protecting her and they drifted off to sleep.
She awoke in the middle of the night startled that she had no clothes on and the whole scene came rushing back to her. What had she done? She came here to talk to him. He wanted to talk. Was this how he talked? If that was the case, he made really great conversation! Where were her clothes? How can she get out of here without waking him? She eased off the bed and it squeaked a little. She quickly looked back and could hear his even breathing. She slowly stood up and crept into the living room. She found her dress in a heap in front of the sofa. She was pulling on her dress when a clock chimed and she gasped. It was 3:00AM. She was holding her breath as she walked toward the door. She turned the dead bolt and it clicked loudly. She froze waiting for him to stir. Everything was still and she escaped quietly. She took the stairs in chance that he may catch her waiting at the elevator. She was so happy to see her cabin come into view. She fumbled with her key and slammed the door behind her. She collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. What to do now? I’ll avoid him today at all costs, she thought. I can’t believe I allowed myself to be taken in by his charms. Why can’t I keep my emotions in check? Why must they always be on the surface? My biggest fault… my emotions.
Next thing she knew, it was morning and the sun shone brightly on her face. She was exhausted. The mental strain of last night overtook her. She needed coffee … and soon. She phoned room service. She was chicken. She did not want to run into Jack just now. She needed time to deal with what she did. She was not nor ever would be a one-night stand, even on a cruise. She came on this cruise to find herself, not to complicate things further.
There was a knock at the door and she went to open the door but on second thought, asked who was there. “Room service, ma’am.” With a sigh of relief, Sylvia opened the door only to find Jack Morrison standing there with a tray of coffee, juice, croissants and danish along with a smug grin.
“Good morning,” and he entered her cabin.
“Morning, and what may I ask brings you here? Don’t you have a busy day? Don’t you have a ship to run?”
“My dear, I am the Captain and I have staff to manage things for me,” and he laughed. He poured her coffee and arranged some danish on a plate. He was eager to kiss her good morning and hold her again but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she was not happy to see him this morning. She would be cautious of his motives and would keep her distance. She would be a challenge for him. He began to apologize for last night but realized he wasn’t sorry. She was his conquest and he won, didn’t he? Well, if he really thought about it, it was much more than that. She made him feel alive again. He was hoping she felt the same way.
Sylvia sipped her coffee and nibbled at her danish. She wasn’t hungry. She was worried. She could see him smiling but she wondered what he was up to. Was she simply a conquest of his; another notch in his belt? Did guys ever outgrow that kind of thing? She was much too old for this kind of game. She needed time alone and asked Jack to leave. He looked hurt that she did not want to spend time with him but he would leave her alone for now. This would take time.
When he left, Sylvia sought out Wendy. She needed to talk. She rapped lightly on Wendy’s door and peeked in but her room was empty and her room had been cleaned. She hadn’t realized the time. She showered and dressed and decided to go out and look for Wendy. Something was wrong; she sensed it.
She found Wendy at one of the casinos with a drink in hand. Not a good thing; it was barely noon. Wendy always sought solitude and a drink when she was down. Blackjack was not her strong suit so Wendy must be in a real funk today. She bet Michael von Richter was at the bottom of this. Sylvia seated herself next to Wendy and put a comforting arm around her shoulder. Wendy’s tears immediately streamed down her face.
“Oh, Wendy. What is wrong? Is it Michael?” Wendy nodded. “Don’t let him do this to you, hon. He’s just a playboy trying to score and you were obviously one of his first victims.”
“You don’t understand. I wanted so badly for it to be much more than that. He said all the right things. He did all the right things. Why can’t he mean them?”
“Wendy, we need to remember this is our vacation. We aren’t at home meeting guys, dating them, planning a future with them. This is temporary. We wanted to have fun but we forgot about all the emotions that go along with it.”
“I know, but I got caught up in the moment and wanted more of it. I should have known when I couldn’t find him that he would have someone else with which to enjoy his time. I assume that is why he is here to begin with. Why can’t we turn our emotions on and off like they do?”
“Simply stated, it is not in our chemical makeup.”
“Sometimes, I wish I could be just like them. Make out and move on. Simple, huh?”
“But hard to do if you ask me. Come on, let’s get you out of here before you lose your shirt! The dealer just might like that!” Wendy laughed. Sylvia was glad to see her smile again.
They both went out to the pool again and had an uneventful day enjoying their books and soaking up the rays. After a while, they simply grew tired and napped.
The rocking of the ship and a strong wind woke them. Black, ominous clouds had accumulated overhead. They gathered their things and were making their way back to their cabins when torrential rains began to fall. There was an announcement blaring from the speakers. The noise from the rain made it impossible to hear. They sought refuge through one of the nearby side doors and were able to hear the announcement. It was Jack’s voice, “Attention all passengers. Please be aware of your surroundings at this time. Do not, I repeat, do not go on deck at this time as we are passing through torrential rains with winds gusting to 60 miles per hour. I repeat, do not go on deck at this time as we are passing through torrential rains with winds gusting to 60 miles per hour. At this time, you will be safest in your cabins. If you require medical assistance of any kind, please call the medics office at extension 911. We will provide you with updates as the day progresses.”
Sylvia and Wendy sat together in Sylvia’s cabin huddled on the bed. Sylvia would never have thought as large as this ship is that the waves could rock them so violently. They were both concerned about this storm. They had checked the weather prior to leaving for the airport and skies were supposed to be clear for the next few days.
Hours later, there was a knock at the door. Sylvia opened the door to find Jack standing there. She asked him in and what did they owe this pleasure. Jack wanted to make sure they were safe. He had to get back to work but needed to know she was all right. “As you can see we are fine. Any updates?”
“The storm has just about passed. Some brighter clouds are off in the distance. It shouldn’t be much longer. It should be safe to leave the cabin and enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Thanks, Jack,” and she kissed him softly on the cheek.
Jack said his goodbyes and was gone. As he walked down the corridor, he touched his cheek where Sylvia had kissed him but he realized he was missing her again. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he let go? Why did he come back here? He needed to get away. He wanted off the ship and needed to escape. He walked to the nearest exit and climbed the stairwell to the deck. He walked over to the railing and looked over the side. It was such a long fall. His emotions were running rampant. He didn’t want to die but he felt like dying inside; he thought only of Rebecca. Even though he liked Sylvia, he couldn’t see himself with her. He thought Sylvia as beautiful and has a great sense of humor. She’s a good dancer and, by god, the sex was wonderful, yet he felt guilty. He was betraying Rebecca by being with another. For some reason, his heart could not let go. He needed time. He would need to avoid her. One minute he thought only of pursuing her and taking her. The next minute all he could think of was Rebecca. Sylvia was here; Rebecca never will be. He needs to sort out this mess before he goes any further. He needs to get his head on straight or no relationship will succeed.
What do I tell her? We just met and, after all, I did move fast. It was a mistake. I’ll just tell her it was a mistake. It’s me, not her. She has done nothing wrong, but how do I tell her? I’ll send a note to her cabin. That’s it. That will have to do. Jack went to his quarters and penned the following note:
“Sylvia,
I have to be honest with you; this is killing me inside. I know I am still in love with Rebecca. I am still a mess. I thought that if I started seeing someone who I liked (you) I would forget about her but that is not happening. I felt so guilty after we made love I cannot stand myself. I have tried so hard to feel good about us but I don’t and I can’t. It’s nothing you’ve done. I have never had anybody who wanted me to feel so good about myself as you did. I look at you and ask myself why I can't make the connection but I know why, I still love her. I need to stop searching for something I am not ready for. I do not blame you if you hate me because I hate myself. I wish I could forget all about her but I can’t. I know you think I am feeling sorry for myself and I am but I cannot control how I feel. I have tried. I also have the added stress of work and I am going crazy so I need to stop and get a hold of who I am before I go over the deep end. I try to be happy on the outside but I am not on the inside. I know I will fail in another relationship until I fix this.Sylvia, you are a great person who will find love with someone who can treat you with the love you nee. Right now, I cannot be that person for you.”
Signed,
Jack
He folded the note and placed it in an envelope. He called her cabin to see if she was in. Luckily, there was no answer. He walked to her cabin and using his master key, let himself in. He placed the envelope on her pillow and quickly left.
Hours later, Sylvia and Wendy returned to their cabins. Sylvia said her good night in the hall and went in to change. She wanted to call Jack and ask him if he would like to join her for a nightcap and, as she reached for the phone, she saw the envelope on her bed. She sat down upon the bed, and a rather ominous feeling overcame her. Her hands began to tremble as she opened the unsealed envelope.
As she read the note, the tears slipped down her cheeks. He was saying goodbye. Oh, how she liked him in such a short period of time. She just knew that Jack was the one. She called out to him in her dreams. Was the fog the telltale answer to what she would find? Nothing? The fog was always so thick and she could never find him. Was that the answer after all? Did she read too much into this chance meeting? His name was Jack. He sought her out didn’t he? Didn’t he invite her to dinner? Wasn’t he the one who invited her to his cabin to talk. She stupidly went along. Why did they make love? Was this all a joke to him?
She was glad they were leaving tomorrow. She and Wendy discussed it this evening. Wendy was not having fun and Sylvia didn’t want to go but she hated leaving Wendy alone on the return trip. This was Wendy’s idea to get out and start a new life. I went along with the idea in hopes that it would happen. Now look what I’ve done; I’ve made myself more miserable. Sylvia began to pack immediately. She did not sleep well that evening and awoke early in the morning. She and Wendy left the ship as soon as they arrived in port. They grabbed a taxi and went to the airport to return to Virginia.
The trip was a solemn one and Sylvia was glad to get back home. As she crossed the last bridge, a dense fog had settled and chills ran up her spine. The oldies station was playing an old Barry Manilow tune, “We’re two ships that pass in the night...” How ironic. A few weeks passed and all she could think of was Jack Morrison. Funny, but the dreams had now stopped.
One night at the office, she searched for Jack on the internet. She found his address to be on Houghton in Tampa and she called the number to be sure it was him. An older woman answered the phone, announcing it was the Morrison residence. When Sylvia asked to speak to Jack, the woman said he was not in at the moment and he would be home shortly, could she take a message? Her reply was no and she said she would try him back at another time.
The next morning, Sylvia called Rivah Flowers and had two dozen sterling silver roses delivered to his address. Those lavender blooms were always her favorite because they were different and they were very appropriate for him as she thought he was different too. She chose her words carefully and the card read:
Jack,
These 24 stems represent the 24 years you had with her and those years will be forever cherished and in your heart. They could also mean the 24 years you could have with me if only you would give us a chance. I will be thinking of you until we meet again.
Yours,
Sylvia
Sylvia still longs to hear from Jack Morrison again.....
