Lost on An Island (IC, semi open)

[Smoya]

Henry Thompson was a man of 33 years of age, who just got his new job. He boarded The Dolphin with wonder.

"Wow, I like this job already!" he chanted. He was happy his work was sending him to Australia. He got out his passport and walked toward the gangway in San Francisco Bay. He stared at the blue sky and water. "Goodbye, USA," he thought. He was lost in his thoughts until an official spoke to him. "Passport and ticket, please," he said sternly.

Oh, oh, sorry," he said, and searched his bag. He pulled out his passport in a minute sharp and showed it to him. "I'm with my company," he said, showing him his identity for his job. He nodded, and he boarded the ship. He saw the luxurious ship, and said, "So where's my new business partners?"

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[Maverica]

David came on the ship happy looking. He never went on ship before. He gave his ticket and passport to the man at the entrance.
"Mister! Um. Do you know if you seen my business partners?"
"I think one just got on" said the Man
"Thanks!"
David then walked over the deck looking for one of his business partners.

[Cryptonius]

Alexander's eyes flitted back and forth frequently as he moved towards the ship that would deliver him to Australia. He repeated to himself that the journey will only take a short while, but still the boat seemed to loom over him from its place in the water. For a second, he remembered that he still carried his always useful baton. The knowledge that he could beat the brains out of an assailant if he wanted to consoled him a good amount.

His ticket and passport are already in his hand, prepared to be shown when necessary as quickly as possible. Upon being prompted by the official standing near the walkway up to the ship, he extended his arm carrying the items towards the man, wishing to avoid close quarters with someone so unfamiliar. However, once at a safe distance, Alexander realized that he may have had a look of disgust on his face. Flushing slightly, he attempts to ignore any possible repercussions that might come from the unfortunate subtlety.

He hoped the trip would go along fast. Many things about the trip made him uneasy: the amount of people he would be around, the boat with its constant motion, and the constant knowledge that there was a crushing amount of water far too close below him. Being with familiar faces would at least give him some comfort on this necessary evil of a trip. He breathed in slowly as he walked onto the ship, trying not to show his anxiety and hoping to spot one of his associates soon.

[Smoya]

Henry has been waiting for a while now. "Where are they?" he thought. "Late? Maybe they're here too, but I might not see them." To find them, he walked over to the check in desk to get his key. He showed the lady his identity. Then he put down his luggage to get the key.

Right when he was about to go to the room, he remembered something. He quickly turned around. "Oh, and Ms., others who come here with the identity, tell them I have the key and go to the room. Thanks."

Then he started toward his room.