As she climbed out of the ship, Cath was glad to be done with her travels. While she had always wanted to go on an ocean voyage, she had always imagined it being more like<em>Titanic</em>(without the shipwreck, of course!), and less like being the cargo on a giant container ship.<br/><br/>All she had with her were the clothes on her back and a few tiny photos that had been specially printed on extra-large paper. She was wearing a sundress that wasn't looking very good after being worn day and night since growing to her current size, and she hoped that the island would offer her more choices in clothing. Unfortunately, even thinking of clothes made her long for some of her favorite outfits from before and the lost pleasure of going shopping with her friends.<br/><br/>Still, she managed to heep her spirits up, and was feeling a jumble of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of meeting the other girls. It wasn't so much that she identified with being a giant woman yet as that it would be a relief to be able to talk to someone that seemed normal sized (relative to her new size) again. She had no idea what to think about becoming an attraction for tourists to look at, and tried to suppress any thoughts that went in that direction. Still, perhaps it would be better than being treated like a curiosity, or worse, by people who had known her for her whole life.<br/><br/>Cath broke from her reverie and stepped onto the shore, careful to avoid crushing any longshoremen or passersby. She looked around to see who would be there to greet her.<br/><br/>