A/N: In 2013 my mom and I went on our first Caribbean Cruise and she gave me the idea way back then. Here were are in 2016 and I'm finally finishing this story. I started it on the boat way back then, but I've now edited it to fit with the changes in the show, canonically, and powered through to finish it. I hope you enjoy how it turned out.

P.S: If you ever get the chance to experience a cruise, do it! If you've already done it, what was your favourite part? Leave me a comment! Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Janice and Hewitt Westbrook had been married for a little over a year, and they'd been planning this trip for even longer. It was the trip of a lifetime, taking them from one port of call to the next in succession. From one ship to the next, and it would last over the course of several months. They'd set sail in the fall from London, crossed the atlantic and headed down toward the Caribbean. From there they would disembark from one ship just to get on the next, and continue on their journey. They saw the island of the Caribbean, the ruins in the Riviera, and the many coasts of America. They crossed over to the pacific through the Panama Canal and then headed all the way up to Alaska. The next, and final, leg of their whirl wind trip would take them from Vancouver, Canada on to Hawaii and down as far as French Polynesia - Tahiti to be exact. And this would all be done abroad The Pacific Princess - one of the world most advanced and largest of the cruise ships. From there they would make their way home to resume their life and families, and the new beginning that awaited them as a new couple - or so they thought.

Hewitt was a transplant, having political parents and moved around a lot as a child. He moved from Spain, as a baby, with his parents and grew an Englishman, like his father. He served in the Royal Navy as soon as he was old enough to enlist and he retired from that profession just before he married Janice. His new career would start when they returned home.

Janice was a travel agent and very good at her job. She managed to book the back to back, months long, journey through her many connections and banked cruise rewards she'd accumulated. Every time she sold a cruise vacation to one couple or group she gained points toward her own. And so it was that the two love birds found themselves on what they were calling their one year - honeymoon.

Taking the time off to travel had been something both of them had talked about before they'd even contemplated marriage, in fact, the desire to travel had been the topic of conversation in the speed dating gathering that had brought them together in the first place and their courtship was short and quick. The newlyweds believed that they would be together forever and had found their true path together. However, somewhere between the coast of California and the Hawaiian islands something went terribly wrong.

One night in the middle of the crossing from the mainland to the islands, the happy couple made their way down into the dining room that they'd been assigned to. They frequented the same one on every night of their voyage, and their seating was at the same designated hour, at the same table and with the same servers, every night. They had come to know the people around them and some of the other serves. But on this night Janice found herself feeling queasy, which was odd because they'd already been at sea for a very good duration of time, and aside for some sea sickness in the first day of their trip, Janice had found her sea legs and had been content and comfortable. She excused herself from the small table she'd shared with her husband, with the same waiters who knew them by their first names now, and disappeared to the dining room washrooms. Her feelings of illness had only just started when they arrived in the dining room, before they'd eaten anything, and even though they had experienced a very exciting day of different activities that took them out of each other's company. These were their first moments together after having spent the day apart, and almost as soon as they sat down, Janice began to feel very strange.

When Janice didn't returned after an unusually long length of time, Hewitt decided it would be best to send someone to check on her. A female server, from a neighbouring table, was commissioned with the task and dispatched to find Janice, but didn't return either. Moving away from the table Hewitt went in search of his wife but as he reached the exit to the dining room he was met by a gathering of guests and the ships crew. Claims that the washroom was closed started to circulate through the crowd as Hewitt moved through it, in a near panic now. Worried now, Hewitt pushed his way through the crowd to see what was going on and in the midst of the commotion he made eye contact with a man who's face was familiar but his dress belonged to the ships. He knew this man from his past but could not put his finger on his identity and his worry carried him on to try and push past this man now.

The next thing he knew was a searing pain in his chest and a shortness of breath as he was pushed backward by the man who was so familiar to him. He looked down to see blood on his white dress shirt and the base of a champaign flute protruding out of his body, and then all went black for Hewitt Westbrook.