19 April, 1928, On board the SS Arcardia

It was a normal day, and you could taste the mist on your mouth. It was a bad mist, it stunk, full of the rotting sea life you were surrounded by. And it was thick, you couldn't see anything past the deck below you from the railing, even then it was hard to see that much. As you stood by the railing, you felt like each breath you took had the stinky mist dripping into your lungs. It made you want to throw up, but you managed to hold it in.

You walked down the narrow halls, the Arcadia rocking with the waves. Other than the disgusting mist and the distant soft chatter of other crew members and passengers, it was a peaceful day. The splashing waves, the sound of seagulls overhead..it was all so familiar with you. You made your way across the distinct bridge of the Arcardia, nodding in greeting as you passed other crew members and passengers. It was only midday, but it was quite a bit more active than usual. There's usually less people on the upper decks at this time, but oh well..maybe that means less people are getting seasick. Not your problem, anyway..

As you continued deeper into the Arcardia, you could still feel the fog in your mouth and lungs. No amount of alcohol would fix this. But you've been surrounded by the ocean for half your life, the mist may not be very pleasant but it's still familiar and comforting to you, in a strange way.