We eat lunch again in the first-class dining room. I am still waiting to hear from Bruno about what role he wants us to play on the ship, according to the bargain he made for us. So far, we have been pampered, and nothing has been asked of us. Saphira is an overwhelming success, but Mitzi and I have just relaxed.
Mitzi remarked that she felt a little disoriented. She thought the sun was in the wrong position this morning. But I told her not to worry. The ship’s navigators must know what they are doing, or they wouldn’t be sailing a luxury cruise ship like the Cataloupe 3. Bruno isn’t going to hire sheer amateurs.
I notice a cat eating by himself not far from us. One of the waiters whispers to me that the diner is taking a look over our area. He is among the few exclusive passengers who are pampered in every way. Visiting first class is like slumming it for him.
He looks a bit lonely to me. That evening, Bruno decides to take me on a tour of the exclusive area of the ship, and I see the same cat dining in state.
When I mention him to the governess who is looking after the kitten ballet troupe, she says, ‘That’s Lord Nelson, Sasha. He could buy Bruno twenty times over and hardly touch his own fortune. He’s only here to see his nephew in the Sydney to Hobart. I guess he is pretty proud of him.’
A note: these are all fantasy images, not real scenes, and they were created with AI.
