Rosewoode went inside to check her photography equipment which was in perfect condition as normal. Her laptop was soon set up on the  desk and a new folder was made. She put some notes inside for her future reference. She was going to start a diary for her trip. A trip of her life time! So many things to do and so many things to see......<br/>Before long Rosewoode had finished with her notes. She was wondering what was going on up on the deck. She picked her dragon head cane and smiled at the happy memory it brought to her. She held her head up high and walked out of the door with her cane and her camera as well as her key in her fanny pack.<br/><br/>There was a slight breeze when Rosewoode went out the door. A pleasant salty smell to the air and seagulls doing their normal call. All seemed so normal but yet something was not quite right to Rosewoode. Her senses seem to be picking up something in the air. Not dangerous, not hurtful, something strange like..... Perhaps it was a bit of her over active imagination. Upon walking to the rail, Rosewoode took a deep breath of air, held it and then exhaled it completely. The feeling was still there but she felt more in control of herself as she looked over to the gangplank where others are expected to come would be coming up to board the ship.....