The ferry was glorious. Massive. A shining dagger to cut through the white crests of the sea. The sides of the boat were an eggshell white, as were the masts. The bridge to board was lengthy and thin, colored as if it were part of a sunset.
Derek ambled onto the ferry, but was stopped by a crewman.
"Ticket, please," the crewman smiled. Derek smiled right back, blankly. He had gone too long without sleep.
"Tick-" Derek sputtered.
"Sir, if you don't have a ticket, you must buy one at the gate," the crewman instructed, pointing to a booth behind Derek.
"Gate," Derek nodded, turning around to trudge toward the gate. He nabbed a ticket for a decent price, and got back in line. He reached the crewman in no time.
"Welcome aboard, sir," the crewman said, upon seeing Derek's ticket, "Feel free to use the grooming supplies we leave for all passengers."
Derek nodded. He walked to a desk where he would receive a room-key. The young boy handing out keys read his ticket.
"Econ-Room. That means you have to share with someone. A stranger, most likely. There are two beds though," the boy said, "Here are your keys. Room 12E."
Derek took the keys, along with a map, and headed to Room 12E. He realized now why the tickets were so cheap. Because you had to share the room with a stranger. Maybe it would be one of the other trainers. Derek entered Room 12E, and realized the roommates weren't the only reason the room was cheap.
The room smelled damp. Moist. Humid. Like wet carpet. The two beds were both twins, with seemingly thin sheets. The bathroom was tiny, with a minuscule mirror behind a hairbrush, two toothbrushes, hair clippers, a razor, and shaving cream. A tiny walk-in shower was propped up in the corner of the bathroom. Good enough.
Derek threw off his filthy clothes, and headed to the shower, praying his roommate wouldn't arrive before he finished.