DAY 3. AT SEA. MORNING.
The next morning as she walked laps of the deck, Genevieve noticed a queue forming at the entrance to an attraction called Stargazer. It reminded her of children’s illustrations of alien spaceships. It was a single, bulging cocoon, shaped like the carriages of a Ferris wheel but bigger, with room for ten people to stand. There were spare spaces in the ride that was about to start, so she climbed the stairs with other passengers and entered the cocoon, gripping the railings as it rose high above the deck. Slowly it made the vertigo-inducing climb of three hundred metres until Genevieve thought it couldn’t possibly go any higher. The entire fourteenth and fifteenth decks were spread out below. There were the pools and spas with people already basking in the warm wate
