Since Elyse wasnt a very social person and she had to get her mind off work, she pulled out her sketchbook and started sketching the beautiful view from where she sat.

[[ *desperetly* someone talk to her , she is lonely. ol ]]

Even though he was a bit surprised by Sophia's words Martin didn't show it, just leaned against her, taking the weight completely from his right leg. Blinking a few times his hazel eyes met hers and only one lone tear slipped down his face.

[[ sigh, it looks like Elyse is all by herself... ]]

((Maybe Martin will say hi in a bit, right now he's not really looking around the deck.))

[[ okai, or... I have an idea... does Martin walk with a cane, or does he just limp? ]]

((He just limps most of the time although he has a cane in his room.))

[[okai, i have an idea. ]]

Elyse felt a little light headed from concentrating while she was at sea so she decided to walk around the deck. There were two people on the other side but she didn't want to disturb them. She walked a little distance from them about to go inside when her foor caught on a chair leg, sending her flying to the ground. She landed with a painful thump, her sketbook and pencil lying across the deck.

((Alright, I don't know what your plan is but I'll just play along XD))

Martin turned around when he heard the thump and let go of Sophie to limp over to the other lady. "You alright," he asked holding out one hand to help her up.

[[ i didnt really have a plan, just to make her talk to someone. lol ]]

Elyse sighed, flipping over on her back, to sore to get up and completely embarrassed.

"Yea, happens all the time." She finally took the man's hand gently, still using most of her weight to pick herself up. "Thanks," She said, brushing off her legs.

Shrugging Martin dropped his hand back to his side. "Your welcome," he said shifting his weight like he always did to keep the weight off his bad leg, "It's polite to help someone up who has fallen."

She grunted as she bent down to pick up her dropped items.

"Yea, just like my dad used to say." She said, smiling.

"Are you close to your father?" Martin asked. He had never had the chance to get to know his own father.

Elyse laughed sadly.

"He died 2 years ago. A car crash." She asnwered puckering her lips after to keep the emotion out of her expression. She had never really gotten over the loss.

"I'm sorry," Martin said feeling a lump come into his throat as he thought of his wife Jane who had just died in a car crash.

Jordan once more thanked Jim for inviting her. Trying not to appear in a rush, she stufffed the dollar bills she had pulled out into the check and hurried out of the resturaunt. Once out, she sprinted to the restrooms. She ran in and much to her dissapointment, upchucked her lunch. She grumbled, wiping her mouth.

"It's alright. I'm Elyse Young, by the way." She said, smiling.

"Martin Connor," Martin said trying to ignore the familar ache in his leg. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Go ahead." She said, "would you like some help?" she offered her arm out, old fashion-like.

"I'm alright," Martin replied easing himself down in a nearby chair and stretching his leg out in front of him. He gestured to a seat next to him. "Why don't you have a seat as well?"

"Thanks," she said, taking the seat. Her hand itched toward the sketchbook, her mind easing towards her work office. No! Just continue this pleasant conversation. Jeez. she placed her hand softly on the book and looked to the man, "So, what brings you to this cruise?"

"To get away from home for a bit," Martin said shrugging, "I haven't been away for years and this seemed like a good chance to see something else. I wish that I didn't now though."

Jame waved to new giril/ Man she's hott.

"Why?" She asked curiously.

"Because I need to get home now," Martin replied, "To my daughter."

[[sorry for leaving, my sis kicked me off... ]]

Elyse suddenly felt bad for asking.

"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to pry."

[[ Wait Lee, who did James wave to? ]]

(Your char

[[Gosh, sorry, blonde day... ]]

Elyse caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Someone was waving at her. She waved back and smiled at him. He's kinda cute.

"What's yer name?"

"Elyse. Yours?"

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