the city by political affiliation. She shuddered now as it came into view, a crumbled relic that the German people had torn down with their very hands. Mallory had watched the momentous occasion on the news, and it was a moment of triumph in history she seemed privileged to have witnessed. Keira felt humbled by the sight of it and took a photo with her cell phone in order to show Mallory when they were reunited at Christmas.
The cab carried on, drawing closer to the harbor. Keira caught sight of the ship even while they were still some distance away. It was huge, a gleaming white monstrosity. Her stomach fluttered with excitement.
Her driver pulled in to the drop-off spot. Keira took some euros from the envelope provided by Heather and handed them over his shoulder.
“Tell your wife hi from me,” she said, feeling a little strange to be saying it.
“Enjoy your cruise,” he replied in his incongruously warm voice and blank face.
Keira collected her case from the trunk and stared up at the enormous ship that was to be her home for the next fifteen days. She took a deep breath to quell her excited butterflies, then headed confidently toward it.
The cruise ship was so much more beautiful than Keira had expected. Inside, it was decorated in an Art Deco style, with rich colors, bold geometric shapes, and ornaments. And even better than the unexpected glitz and glamour was the lavishness of a swimming pool and Jacuzzi on deck! Keira hadn’t expected such luxury. She was going to love making this ship her home.
Filled with awe, she ventured to the bow, where there was a route all the way to the tip of the ship. It was impossible not to think of Jack and Rose on the Titanic, although she knew there was no love story in store for her, and she prayed there would be no icebergs either!
After a whistle-stop glance at the top deck, Keira went in search of her room. She’d been expecting to venture below deck, but to her surprise, her cabin was actually on the top deck. She found the door and went inside.
There was a round window, a proper brass-rimmed one like from a movie, and the view was straight out onto the ocean. Keira had been half expecting a cheap room, a little cubbyhole near the kitchens that smelled of food and was always noisy, but this was the opposite. Quiet, cozy, luxurious.
Her bed was made of chestnut wood, varnished so that it gleamed, and there were creamy silk sheets on it. On one of the small side tables was a silver bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne. She wondered who at the magazine had arranged that. Elliot wouldn’t think to be so kind, and Heather would hate the extra, unnecessary expense. She wondered then if Nina had had a hand in it. They hadn’t been on the best of terms since the furor over the Paris trip, where Nina had become so over-focused on the outcome she’d forgotten that Keira was a person with thoughts and feelings. But then she saw that there was a small card beside the champagne bucket. She picked up the card and opened it.
Welcome aboard, Keira Swanson! May I take this opportunity to express our deepest gratitude that your magazine has chosen our cruise company for your latest article. We are huge fans of Viatorum and can’t wait to be featured in your next issue.
Keira stopped reading, discarding the card. The champagne wasn’t from one of her caring work colleagues at all, but from the cruise company, attempting to butter her up so she’d write good things about them. Was the whole tour some kind of promotional thing? Some corporate back-scratching?
She grabbed her phone and texted Nina.
Is the cruise company advertising with us?
Nina replied quickly.
They’re funding the trip. I assumed Elliot would have told you that.
Keira sighed. So the article was just basically a huge advertisement? It would’ve been nice to have been told in advance. At least that explained why Elliot had just plowed ahead and booked the trip without getting her final consultation as he’d promised last time around. Keira didn’t want to sound like a spoiled brat, but Viatorum messed her around quite a lot. They certainly seemed to expect more from her than she did from them.
She sent another text to Nina.
How am I supposed to write about the cruise ship? A ship isn’t a country.
When Nina texted back, her response shocked her.
You’re not writing the next Great American Novel here. This isn’t On the Road. Just say something nice so we all get paid.
Keira pouted and put her phone away. Nina was in a mood. Again. She didn’t want it to spoil her enjoyment, so she pushed her irritation to the back of her mind.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Keira frowned and opened it. Standing outside was a young man dressed like a hotel bellboy. Keira immediately realized he was some kind of delegate from the cruise company, here to sweet-talk her. She really didn’t feel like listening to the spiel.
“Hi, I’m Vince,” he said, smiling and holding out a hand. Keira shook it despondently. “I’ve come to give you some brochures for our ship,” he continued. “The Revontulet, which is the Finnish term for the Northern Lights.”
Keira felt her smile return. She was excited to know in just a few days’ time she’d be witnessing the infamous light display!
She took the brochures from Vince, feeling her mood improve considerably.
“Thanks. And for the champagne, too. It was a nice touch.”
Vince nodded, his little hat bobbing as he did. “Your minibar is also stocked with liquors and snacks, all complimentary, of course.”
Keira smirked. They were going to buy her affection through her stomach. It was quite a good strategy, she had to admit.
Vince hovered at the door. “If you’d like to be given a tour I can come back at a convenient time to show you all the facilities.”
“I’m good,” Keira said, declining. “I prefer to explore on my own terms.” She held up the brochures he’d given her. “Besides, I’ve got all the info I need in here.”
“Okay. If there’s anything you need, just come to the information desk and ask for Vince.”
“Will do,” Keira said, knowing that she most definitely would not.
She shut the door and started to look through the brochure. Inside were all the details of things to do onboard the ship; there were comedy shows, live music events, karaoke, dances, even a cinema! She wouldn’t be short on events to distract herself with, she thought wryly. Procrastination aboard the Revontulet might be hard to fight.
Then her stomach growled, reminding her that a diet of airplane food was hardly sufficient to get her through the day. She found the information on food. Dinner would be served in the main dining room. Again, she couldn’t help but think of the Titanic.
It dawned on Keira then that she had no one to eat with. No tour guide this time, no one to discuss things with or bounce ideas off of. Eating alone had to be one of the loneliest activities in the world. She could always try video calling Bryn or one of her friends, but that would probably look a bit odd.
She decided then that instead of a lonely sit-down dinner, she’d spend the first evening aboard the Revontulet on the top deck, munching through some minibar snacks and drinking champagne. The company was footing
