Virva was in room number four. She went over to the bathroom to put her auburn hair in a ponytail. She was in her deck wear, a casual pink multicolored sundress with bright, neon pink three inch high heels. She wanted to make a decent impression. The heels might have been a bit much, but they were on sale when she found out her sisters and brother, all totalling five, were buying her a single's cruise to celebrate her nineteenth birthday. Virva was surprised, but she didn't know all that much about the high seas except for what she read.<br/><br/>Today, however, she went to the deck and sat down on an empty chair and read her book. Her dark, almost blue grey eyes focused on the book she had in hand, "The Tempest" by Shakespeare. She was partially deaf in one ear, so most of the morning's incidents went over her head. She was in a car wreck a few years ago with one of her sisters as the glass went into her ear drum and pretty much ruptured the drum to a point that no repairs could be done. Virva hated having to wear the hearing aide. She felt rather silly with the thing in, and there were a few almost visible cuts on her left eye, but Virva would never explain that to a stranger no matter what. She knew more American and British sign language, so she would be able to communicate with people around her. She always kept a notebook and pen with her just in case of dire emergencies. She loved to draw in her notebook and make fun of herself sometimes. Virva remembered two years ago in high school there were a bunch of kids who used to make fun of her for her hearing and sight impairments. She learned to make due with the insults and learned how to make herself stronger against their insults and ridiculings. She mused that life would have been eassier had she not stepped into that car that evening, but Virva now knew there was nothing truly wrong with her.