Coraline awakened, and immediately became aware of a rocking sensation. She blearily looked around, confused, and realized where she was. She was onboard a ship! Looking out the small window in her room, she could see the ocean. Still, it was early, and she thought she should get back to sleep. But she was too excited, and quickly ran to the top deck, wearing her shawl.
It was chilly, but definitely much warmer than it was in Ashland. There was the smell of maple syrup coming from the dining hall. Inside was an unset table with a few people milling about it. There was a clock, a great antique clock with Roman numerals for numbers and a fancy designed pendulum. It appeared to have stopped ticking.
After about ten minutes, the rest of the passengers wandered in, and a breakfast of pancakes and Belgian waffles was devoured. Coraline went to see if the pool was open. A new sign was up. POOL CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Coraline huffed and went to the front deck.
The ocean was laid out before her. The warm sea breeze blew through her hair. She sighed contentedly. She smiled as she looked into the deep blue, sea birds flying overhead, the waves lapping. Her smile faded when her father came towards her. He had a disgruntled look on his face.
"What's wrong Dad?" Coraline asked with concern.
"You mother has gotten seasick," he said irritably, "I need you to get the cleaning staff for me."
Oh, brilliant, thought Coraline. She briefly nodded, then went into the maze-like upper corridors where the crew lived and the captain's room was. The hallway was white-washed, with room numbers starting with A, instead of numbers. The hallway seemed to stretch onward. There were random turns marked "CREW MEMBERS ONLY." She became lost. Suddenly, there was a loud thumping noise. There was a dead end up ahead. Well, not completely. There was a hallway with a sign marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY." She didn't care; she wanted to get as far away from that thumping noise as possible. After walking down there, she found the next section of hallway was completely dark. The overhead lights had gone out. The thumping noise was nearer.
Coraline found a door marked "closet" and hid inside. The thumping noise came closer. Suddenly, Coraline realized her left foot was abnormally cold. She looked down. It was bare! Where did her sock go? The thumping was right outside now. She grabbed a mop.
The door flew open. Coraline made a strangled noise and swung the mop. She missed. A gruff voice came from the dark in front of her. "What are YOU doing down here?" He flipped a switch in the closet and the small closet was illuminated, showing that the thumping noise was the sound of one member of the cleaning crew's boots. He held up a ball of thread.
"This caught on something," he said. It was the remains of Coraline's sock. He must have followed the string!
"I'm sorry for almost attacking you. I was just looking for the cleaning crew. My mom kinda puked all over the place, in room 312."
"Well you found me. I'll send someone. Now get out of here."
"I'm sorry, I'm a little lost. Can I ask why you're wearing boots Mr. -?"
"David. Just David. Not Dave or Davie, just David. And there's been an
occurrence in bathroom C. I'd rather not talk about it. Anyway, I WAS on my way there, when I saw all this pink thread down here." He rummaged through his pockets. He handed her a map of the ship. "It's an extra. Keep it."
"Thanks, David. I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, yeah. Now, shoo!"
Coraline had never been told to shoo before, not even by her parents, but she went back to where it was light and found where she was and managed to find her father.