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         Anthony was well on his way to being drunk before the cruise had even set off from port, so he corked the wine and set it to the side, running his fingers over his face in frustration. He decided to go out on one of the deck's to observe the last of the passengers boarding. Leaning against the cold rail, wind ruffling his hair, he watched everyone board. The detective looked to where his family had parked, the car long gone. While the trip itself would be a break from his family trappings, he was no idiot, his family was the only thing left that kept him human and sane.

What he feared the most on this trip was what could happen without his family around. It may be harder to justify living. He stared at the water down below, half-tempted to jump. The distance was nowhere near enough to kill him on impact, and Tony had no interest in drowning himself.

He waited against the guardrail, anxious to see when they would pull away from shore. Unless a passenger came directly to him, he became oblivious to his surroundings, letting the sound of the water fill his ears.