The Promenade. The beating heart of the ship. People-watching was always worthwhile here, and it seemed Johnny was enough in the habit that sitting at a table outside the Drunken Sailor with a meal and a thoughtful expression wouldn't immediately give away the ghost passenger controlling him now. He looks as he always does; nice suit, well-shined shoes, hair slicked back just so. Watchful, wary. There's plenty of time to learn the rhythms of this voyage.
So long as the ghost doesn't get caught.
And in the meantime, there's memories to sort through, some more surprising than others.
So long as the ghost doesn't get caught.
And in the meantime, there's memories to sort through, some more surprising than others.