Blair was the first of her friends to get to the docks. Their first day off and she had woken up at eight-am. Of course, who could blame her? She was going on a cruise with her friends, she was excited. So, that morning she woke up, packed, hailed a taxi, and had arrived at the docks where a small yacht was waiting. Blair tapped her foot on the ground, crossing her arms and yawning, her eyes watering. She checked her watch again, hoping that her friends wouldn't take long. It was nine-am, they should be leaving soon.