Not your everyday Holiday Cruise (Goodbottom - Octavia)

Still weak, crying and weak from crying, the cuban man did not voice any protest from being stuffed into the closet by Octavia. In fact he seemed to think it was safer in there. He pleaded with Octavia in Spanish to find her daughter, Isabella, and hope she understood.

The Lounge & Bar

Safiya finished up her solo game of pool and reached for her bottle of "Cuban '84", but found it empty. Safiya let out a sigh. She was famished tonight, and decided she needed a refill. She turned to her companion seated in a nearby chair, and spoke Spanish. "Isabella, child. Come with me."  A child sitting nearby, reading a fashion magazine, "Si, Safiya."

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The Bridge  

While the party was on going, the ship's crew were at their jobs when one of the navigators spoke up.

"Captain, we've got thick fog banks." he said, rather obvious seeing as their vision of the surrounding ocean was becoming obscured.

"Fog? This is the Bahamas! Well, what did I tell ya boys, Climate change." said the Miami based Captain.

"Sir, the GPS is broken. It says we're way out on the Bermuda Triangle."

"We sighted Miami an hour ago... I want you to contact the nearest port. I'm going outside." 

The Captain emerged from the bridge and onto the viewing deck, overlooking the other decks of the ship, including the Rave on the main party floor. Yet, somehow he didn't hear the music. He heard instead, a soft voice singing a serene song. He rubbed his eyes. How long had he been on shift? He missed his home, his wife and his two daughters. He missed his bed, the soft sunrise caressing him. He felt cold and alone. He sat down, closed his eyes. Maybe a few minutes... sleep... will... set him... right... 

The strange song permeated throughout the rest of the ship, and slowly the crew also began to fall asleep. 

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Lower Decks Hallways

Safiya walked with the young girl through the halls of the ship, acting like a mother and child. She was headed to her room with Isabella, relishing the feast to come, but also disgusted by it. Ordinarily Safiya partook only of warriors, but a child's blood was a delicacy, one she found difficult to resist. 

Safiya spotted Octavia, some strange young woman indeed, carrying a wrench and a broom, looking ready to fight someone. Wanting to blend in she puts on a Miami accent. "Well, looks like somebody's had a bit much to drink?" She said, even putting on a smile. 

The ship halted very suddenly, and in protecting her meal Safiya let her bottle of Cuban slip out of her hands. It rolled towards Octavia's feet, and if she could catch a whiff of the metallic smell of blood, she'd be on to something very suspicious. "Oh, I'm so sorry, let me get that... What was that? Did we hit an iceberg- oh I mean...." faux pas. They were in the bahamas. No ice bergs.  

As if to make things worse, Isabella suddenly collapsed to the floor, asleep. And not just her, but several innocent passers-by; some middle aged white guy in shorts and a hawaiian shirt, two young asian ladies in their bikinis, an octogenarian in his electric wheelchair, a hispanic waitress pushing a cart of vodka, lime and salt. everyone human on board was starting to hear a song and falling asleep for it. 

The ancient vampire recognized the effect, which meant she was no longer the only one here that preyed on humans. Safiya was not having a good evening.