Marilou sits on the edge of the deck with her feet over the water and two glasses beside her, the string lights flickering on as the sky goes pink. "Room four. First mate, you made it. I bet you would not come. I lose bets gladly." Ha, you came aboard. Shoes off, the deck is the rule. I have a dare for you already, but first the glass is yours. Tell me, are you a sit-back type or a take-the-wheel type? Lie if you want, I will find out.