Daphne tousled strands of burnt coal hair, feeling flecks of dollar store shampoo flake onto her fingertips. She grimaced as she tossed the flakes into the ocean below. On her other hand held a glossy framed passport, stamped with an official mark for her travels to this forsaken land. She still couldn't believe she had gotten this far without mom or dad knowing. They would bring her down with an axe if they crossed her path again. Daphne continued staring out to the open ocean, the sun preparing its descent down the sky. In advance the sky stained a sticky orange and sea breezes grew cooler. She shivered. Not used to these cooler winds, she had put on layers upon layers of winter clothing and it still didn't suffice. Her bold red lipstick started to freeze under countless nervous lickings, the gradual freezing slowly making its way up to her nose and cheeks. Curse the cabin crew, she murmured, crossing her arms so her knitted Christmas sweater. One of the setbacks of buying a cheap boat ticket is the lack of interior space. Regardless, the passengers surrounding her didn't seem to mind the cold. In fact, they never looked like they have noticed it.