<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/1922_blue_dress.jpg)</div>Mattie had passed the flight alternately gazing out the window and reading a small novel entitled<em>The Mysterious Affair at Styles</em>by some new author she'd never heard of.<br/><br/>The plane's seats were cramped, so she was grateful for the chance to climb out and stretch her legs. Her fashionable and expensive calf-length blue dress was short-sleeved and loose, and cinched with a thin white belt. She made a grab for her hat as the wind threatened to carry it away.<br/><br/>The docks looked shabby, but they were more complete than some of the places she'd been visiting. At least she didn't have to pick her way through stacks of building materials, though she wrinkled her nose at the smell of fish. Dressed as she was for August in Florida, she eyed the oncoming storm with a mixture of trepidation and... excitement.<br/><br/>"Mattie Green" she said, joining in the introductions, "I hope we're not stuck here."<br/>