Head to the bar.

Finally far enough away from the passengers who had seen her lose her dress, Mackenzie began to relax slightly. While she certainly wouldn't call her bikini particularly skimpy, it did still leave plenty of her lovely figure on display for those around her. The redhead just couldn't shake the feeling that she should head back to her room and grab another outfit.

Mackenzie was just about to head towards the stairs leading back down to the rooms when she saw a group of young women walk by. They were all wearing bikinis too! Sure, a few had sarongs on, but some were in the same attire as Mackenzie. The group strode ahead towards the pool area, where Mackenzie could see even more people in all sorts of swimsuits in and around the pool.

What am I thinking? Mackenzie thought to herself. Feeling underdressed in a bikini is stupid. I'm on a cruise ship after all! She shook her head at her own embarrassment and resolved to start enjoying her well earned vacation. With renewed confidence, Mackenzie happily strolled towards the pool area.

This section of the ship had many more people than the bow did. The large pool was already filled with people swimming and playing. Plenty of them were kids and families, no doubt eager to begin their vacations too. And beyond it were what looked like dozens of lounge chairs for tanning, with no shortage of people already soaking up the sun. Mackenzie noticed the group of women from earlier choose a group of chairs together. Right beside her were a few large white tent-like structures that were labelled as spas. They were open facing the pool, but the overhangs provided shade for those inside. Mackenzie could see a few people in the tents getting massages from where she stood, and she made a mental note to take advantage of the ships's spas at some point. Finally, there was a tiki themed bar and grill section, with a dozen or so small tables and plenty of seats at the expansive bar. Mackenzie figured a drink and maybe a bite to eat were just what she needed to help get herself in a relaxed mood.

Mackenzie pulled up a chair a small distance away from some other people. There couldn't have been more than 9 or 10 people at the bar currently, but judging by its sheer size it probably got far busier when the evening rolled around.

Mackenzie ordered a Hurricane, a tropical drink with plenty of rums and juices, and was thrilled to see the bartender bring it out with an orange slice on the rim and even a little umbrella on top. Mackenzie reached for her pocket to pull out her bit of cash only to feel her own bare skin.

"Oh no..." she muttered, realizing her money must've disappeared into the ocean with her dress. She looked up nervously at the bartender, a pleasant looking brown haired man not too much older than Mackenzie. "I, uh... Don't have any cash on me right now."

"Cash?" he asked, seemingly amused. "No need for cash, miss. Do you have your room key?"

Mackenzie nodded and placed her room key card on the counter. She hadn't let it out of her grip since she saved it from the gusty winds earlier.

"All the restaurants, shops, and shows on the ship can use your room key for payment." The bartender swiped the key once and handed it back to her. "At the end of the voyage it just gets billed to the same credit card you used to book your trip. Most people don't even bother with cash since this is so much more convenient."

"Oh, awesome!" Mackenzie said, filled with relief.

"Just make sure you hang onto it." He added with a wink before walking towards another customer. "It can be a pain to get a replacement."

As if on cue, a strong breeze rustled through the deck again. The ties on the sides of Mackenzie's bottoms twitched slightly in the wind, but the knots held secure. Her top was likewise secure, with a metal clasp in front instead of any ties. Mackenzie tightened her grip on the key, determined to keep it from blowing away, and began to enjoy her tasty drink in the warm afternoon and pleasant atmosphere of the bar.