<div class="floatright">(http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/6085/003avy.jpg)</div><br/>When Stephanie had been growing up, there had been a number of credit card commercials talking about how so many things could be purchased in order to have a desired effect.  Designer jeans, a light jacket and waterproof boots were easily picked up, but she was currently more concerned about a baseball cap, working the many strands of her hair up into the material as just another layer of disguise.  Stephanie never wore baseball caps, which would be exactly why her father would never expect her to wear one, or to recognize her if she did.  The ensemble was completed with a pair of expensive sunglasses, but she left her purse in her cabin, knowing the stylish black leather was too much of a giveaway to her identity.<br/><br/>So far as Stephanie knew, Captain Smith didn't know who Stephanie's father was, or much of anything else beyond her first name and her interest in going on a minor cruise.  Put enough money into a situation and most people just didn't want to ask questions.  It left people to believe in the eccentricity of high society, an excuse which enough people have used before, and was now sufficiently ingrained into the common belief that few even questioned the idea.<br/><br/>So adorned, she checked her smartphone for any messages before plopping the device into her back pocket.  She couldn't wait to see her father again.  It occurred to her, not for the first time, that it might have better had she simply called and mentioned her interest in going, but she hadn't.  Years of coincidences, always being just too busy or plans changing at the last minute, had ingrained themselves into her mind, congealing from gooey slush into the concrete of certainty.  He was avoiding her, and she didn't know why.  Did he want a son?  Was he ashamed of her?  She knew only that had she simply tried to meet up with him, he would have vanished upon the wind before she even got to see his face.  This time would be different.<br/><br/>Once she was convinced that he wouldn't recognize her on sight, or at least that she'd done her best to ensure the unlikelihood, she stepped out from her cabin to inhale the salty breeze.  A slow but peaceful smile crept over her face.  Whether on a yacht for a pleasure cruise or here on a salvage vessel, the sea was the sea, ever changing but eternally the same salty water that awaited her on vacation after vacation.  Even if her plan utterly failed, it was a relaxing way to spend the time.  Slowly at first, she started her way up towards the deck.