As soon as the ferry docked, Justin and I hurried off, weaving through the throngs of people. The air was crisp and fresh, yet I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of urgency with every step we took. Justin’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around mine, grounding me as we made our way to the nearest information booth.
“We need to find where the next cruise ship docks,” Justin said breathlessly to the attendant behind the counter. His voice was steady, but I could sense the underlying tension in him.
The attendant, a middle-aged woman with bright red lipstick, raised an eyebrow before typing quickly into her computer. “The next ship will be arriving at Dock 9, just over there.” She pointed toward the end of the port. “You’ve got about fifteen minutes before it arrives, so I suggest you h
