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</div>Changing into something a little less casual in preparation for dinner, Jason went out to watch the ship pull away from the dock.  People down below and on the ship yelling and waving at one another, while children were running all over the place.<br/><br/>While leaning on the rail, watching the chaos of departure, Jason's cellphone rang.  It was his step-sister, Rachel.<br/><br/>"You'd better not be phoning me while driving, sis.  It's against the law in this state."<br/><br/>"No, I'm not.  I'm still in the parking lot because of traffic.  I just thought I'd ask you if you packed the Dramamine.  If not, you might want to stop by the ship's pharmacy to get some, because my car radio is reporting a storm headed our way."<br/><br/>"I packed it.  But these new ships have stabilizers that make for a relatively smooth ride, even in rough weather."<br/><br/>"Yes, but the operative term is "relatively", meaning that if the weather is as nasty as the radio is reporting, you could still need the Dramamine."<br/><br/>"Bye, sis," Jason replied, hanging up on her.  Rachel was a worry-wort who would probably call him again in the next few minutes.  It was hard to imagine that she was Sadie's sister.  Sadie loved to live life on the edge, while for Rachel, the edge was something to be avoided if at all possible.<br/><br/>"STOP HIM!" a woman yelled out as a small boy had climbed up on the railing to look down into the water.  Jason walked over and plucked him off the railing just as the boy was starting to lose his balance.<br/><br/>"It's a looooooong way down, young man.  You better keep your feet on the deck." He set the boy down on the deck just as a woman came charging up to grab the lad.<br/><br/>"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, gasping for air.  "I turned my head just for a moment and he was off like a deer."<br/><br/>"No problem, ma'am," Jason replied.  He was tempted to suggest she get a leash for the boy, but he wasn't sure how she'd react to the suggestion, so he just gave her a smile.  And while she smiled back, the boy slipped out of her grasp and sped off down the deck once more.  Groaning, she took off after him.<br/><br/>Leaning back against the rail, Jason noticed the lovely lady who had been behind him during the boarding of the ship.<br/><br/>"Small children and big ships.  A dangerous combination," he commented, giving her a smile.  She was married, but that didn't mean he couldn't make polite conversation.  "Is this your first time on a ship?  By the way, my name's Jason."