Michaela pushed her glasses back onto the top of her head as she heard the captain talking to her. He was so nice and friendly, a pleasure to talk to. "Some orange juice would go down a treat". She stood up and felt the hot ground on her feet, she fiddled with her bikini top to make sure she was covered and bent down to retrieve her towel. She securely fastend it around her waist and waited for the drinks cart to come around. "How long will it be until we reach Bermuda?" She was meant to ask Luke that when she had seen him last but it had slipped her mind.