Rachel walked slowly into the dining room, wearing a long grey dress. She was not feeling too good from the ship's constant swaying, and wasn't really hungry. She seated herself at a table in the corner. Leaning back, she closed her eyes. This feeling of swaying back and forth wasn't really good for her. Rachel decided to skip dinner, and go up to the deck. Maybe the wind would make her feel better.
Rachel arrived up on deck. There were few people up there, as most of them were down having dinner. Leaning against the railing, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift.