Even for a ship this size, there weren’t that many bars, crew lounges or undeclared nightclubs on it. Yet, NE Fletcher had visited them all, even the Parthenon, trying to locate Halsey. Two minutes to 8pm and she hadn’t been in any so Fletch slumped on a seat at an empty table in the last, small nondescript crew lounge that he had visited having second thoughts about agreeing to hunt down Halsey for the CE prior to 8pm. Sure the agreement had been for two days off duty and a bottle of tequila from the CE’s own personal collection, but the last 15 minutes of visiting different bars just seemed like so much effort.

Lifting his head he slumped his chin on the palm of his hand and looked around the room again. He was sure he wouldn’t miss her, she wasn’t someone that blended into a crowd, she was someone who stood out and drew your eyes to her. Scratching at the stubble that was barely growing on his cheek he pondered whether he should ping Ros and tell hi she wasn’t anywhere, or if he should start again and see if she had arrived after he had checked any of the bars.

NE Fletcher, Eng