Danielle was already on the dock when she heard a shout from up above on the main deck. She turned, but saw no one trying to get her attention. Surely it was that moron sailor, telling her to be bright and early for the tour. She turned her head toward the top of the gangway, visualized the sailor waving her goodbye with a stupid smile on his face and responded with gritted teeth and a sour face.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>The next day, 06:55</strong><br/><br/>Danielle woke up on the wrong side of the bed and cursed the alarm she inadvertently set to 6:00am instead of the usually 9:00am. Being a work-at-home photojournalist, she never had to come in late for work. She was usually up and ready in the middle of the morning to either go out and snap pictures or sit at her computer writing articles for her section of the magazine. Remembering the terms of her meeting today, the sailor's shout over the edge of the main deck, telling her to be back there at 7:00am, she had got out of bed and got ready. Seeing a slight fog over the bay told her to wear something warm. She donned a jacket with a hood lined with faux fur, a shirt underneath, skinny jeans and a pair of sneakers before grabbing her camera, extra memory stick, and extra battery. Ready for another day, she briskly exited her apartment.<br/><br/>She took the bus to the pier, and remembering that it was the second day of Fleet Week, Danielle observed the already crowded groups of tourists, visitors and locals on the sidewalks. It looked like a weekend, even though it was just Tuesday. She check her watch, spying the digital number reading 6:55am and increased her pace. Luckily there had only been a few people lined up on the gangway. She excused herself up the ramp, spotting an already active main deck. That guy shouting 7:00am was not joking. Danielle couldn't help but snap a few photos of the men hard at work. At the top of the ramp was a sailor, directing the traffic of guests getting on board the ship. She approached him and greeted him, introducing herself. "Hello, I'm Danielle Avena, photojournalist for San Francisco Magazine. I have a personal tour with Lieutenant Phoenix," she told the sailor.