“Yeah, where?”

“How’s the wife.”

“She’s asleep on my shoulder.”

“Well, I’m driving you to L.A.. Then you’re going to take a three day voyage to Hawaii!”

“Hawaii! Great. Do you know where Tricia is yet?”

“Nope. I still haven’t cracked that code.”

“Shh. There, she’s gone back to sleep. What time is it?”

“Somewhere around two. You will be on your ship at 7:00 PM”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now I’ll let you go back to your sleeping bride.”

It was 6:45. We had arrived in L.A. about a half an hour ago and were now headed toward the docks. Noah followed us with our luggage, of which, a majority of it was my bride’s. We walked up the gang plank. The captain and lady in charge of registration were there to greet us. A young man came and took our luggage. “Mr. and Mrs. Adam Schofield.” I told the lady.

“Oh, you’re the newlyweds! Brian, take this couple to the honeymoon suite.”

“Right away Melissa.” Brian replied.

“I’m glad to have you aboard, Mr. and Mrs. Schofield.” The Captain welcomed us, kissing my bride’s hand. “You must be guests at my table tomorrow night.”

“Oh, could we?” My bride asked.

“I don’t see why not.” We followed Brian to the honeymoon suite. He opened the door and I paid him. We walked in and I plopped on the bed. Sitting down, I looked around the room. It had many port holes, and a door. We unpacked our belongings, or as much as we needed for this three day cruise.

It was about eight when my bride said, “I think I’ll go take a shower before we go to bed.” Uh oh! I thought. She went into the adjoining bathroom with her paraphernalia. I found some paper and wrote a note on it. It said that I was going out on deck. I left the room. That was a close call, I thought.

I wandered aimlessly around the deck until I finally stopped to see the moon reflecting off the water. A lady dressed in a formal gown appeared on deck. She came over and put her arm through mine. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, Adam?” She asked.

“Adam? You know me?”

“Don’t you remember? I’m Jenn from the island. Are you here alone?”

“No, I’m here with my wife.”

“Where is she then?”

“Back in the cabin.”

“Just married, huh?’

“Yeah, I guess you’d call it that.”

“Well, I can only guess what it feels like. But if I were you, I’d go back to that cabin.”

“Why?”

“Because if she finds out that you’re out here with a strange woman–”

“Good idea.” I turned around.

“Adam, aren’t you going to ask what happened to me?”