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Fishing for Clothes

“No dad, I don’t want to learn how to fish. That seems boring,” Kim mumbled sarcastically to herself as she moved her fishing rod left and right. “This is what I get for staying home.”

Bare legs dangling from the edge of the parked cruise ship, Kim held her fishing rod close to her naked chest. She only wore black bikini bottoms, the rest of her outfit strewn over the blue waters below her feet.

The sea was calm that morning, which allowed her a modicum of hope that she might finish the cruise with some of her dignity intact. “Some” being the operative word, Kim was acutely aware of the line of guests ogling from atop the decks and hoping that she showed more than her naked back.

Well, if her fishing attempt kept going as disastrous, they might get a chance to see way more of Kim at dinner. Naked or not, she was still a member of the crew with a job to do, the cruise was severely understaffed as it was.

With renewed determination and a powerful blush on her cheeks, Kim reeled the fishing rod. The hook was right next to one of her shirts, so maybe she could… nope, it came empty. Kim threw the line once more, trying to steer it towards her jacket or her pants. Ugh, this was such a nightmare.

Right, this WAS a nightmare!

The smell of saltwater filling her lungs, the gentle sun warming her up, the refreshing drops of water splashing her legs. If it wasn’t for the humiliating circumstances, this might even be a pleasant experience. Maybe she should try finding a secluded hot spring or something once the exams were over; being naked in nature seemed nice ...once you remove the unwanted spectators.

However, this wasn’t the nightmare Kim was looking for. Now that she thought about her plan, was it even worth it to try and memorize her dream exam? The questions were probably nonsense. Dreams were made up of gibberish rather than a window to other realities or the future. Why else would her entire wardrobe be floating downstream? It did not make sense.

Suddenly, memories started flooding Kim’s mind. She remembered she had lifesaver duty, and that she picked up a wayward swimsuit floating in the current.

Yes, she remembered how the swimsuit’s owner took timid steps on bare feet back on the deck. Red nails clutching her smallish breasts and the bushy hair between her legs, golden locks drenched wet, her pretty face as red as a tomato and scowling with anger.

She remembered how she exploded seeing Kim handing the swimsuit to the Captain outside of her cabin. How she accused her of stealing it, of trying to humiliate her in front of all her wealthy friends.

The argument escalated into a fight. The woman tore up Kim’s top and tossed it overboard. She even grabbed Kim’s luggage and threw it aside as well, leaving her in her current predicament.

No one in the crew stopped the angry woman, and they heeded her instructions when she forbade them from helping Kim get dressed in any way. The customer is always right, after all. Especially when the father of said customer owns half the company.

Huh, Kim now had an explanation about how this happened. Maybe Clara was somehow right after all? Maybe her dream exam contained the answers from an alternate reality or even a future timeline? She should keep trying to find it. It’s not as if she lost anything but a few minutes of sleep doing so.

Time to ditch the dream the only way she knew how, with the pain of embarrassment. Kim shimmied her bottoms down her smooth legs before kicking them into the water. Huh, cruise Kim didn’t shave down there… interesting.

There it was, her last garment sinking like the Titanic. Kim was now irrevocably naked, and she had to complete the cruise that way if she didn’t manage to fish anything out. Her heart jumped to her throat, her hands got damp with sweat.

It was going to be fine, she tried to reassure herself, how hard could it be to fish a shirt? Besides, she had all the time in the wo-

A loud horn blared in the air, signaling that the boat was about to move once more. Kim had ten minutes at most to fish her clothes, else she would have to spend the rest of the trip au natural. Her heart beat faster and faster and… Kim opened her eyes.

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