Sit and Hope.

This thought made Mackezie’s heart drop. It would be bad enough if she incinerated her clothes and key, without an I.D. it was going to be a real pain to get things rectified. Siting on her bed she took deep breaths doing her best to pass the time and telling herself she MUST have thrown them down the laundry chute. Each moment felt like an eternity as the meek redhead subconsciously covered herself with her hands despite being alone. Mackenzi could hear the bustling sounds of guests in the halls being helped by staff. So close to help but unable to bring herself to open her door and risk exposure.

Unfortunately for the unwitting Mackenzie, her luggage had been mislabeled and left at port, and was weeks away from being shipped back to her house. She had infact dumped all her things in the ships incinerator. It was also just another stroke of Mackenzie’s luck her room had been missed by maid service before her arrival. Practically possession-less on her first day on international waters, Mackenzi’s expensive vacation was in Peril when……