Empire Island-Personal Narrative

I stared out over the sound but couldn't see anything because there was a storm rolling into the city and even from this distance I could see it was going to be a downpour. Shaking my head, I knew it was going to soak me, though, no matter what I did. “Ah the city still looks the same as I remember Gary, only wish I could have brought you, Earl, and Alex.” I sighed internally. I looked back into my cabin on the port side of the ship and remembered getting back on the ship nearly two weeks ago. The echoes of horns of other ships echoed across the sound with an almost haunting harmony. “Or better yet, why hasn't it changed in a decade since I left this place” I thought as if to one up myself. I sighed again and went into my cabin to begin to

I heard a knock at the door from the steward saying that my bags will bring ashore once they get through customs and if we're to be so kind as to leave my bag on the bed it would all be taken care of. It was all I could do to smile back and say thank you to the steward before closing the door to separate myself from him. “Just one week, then you can head back to the republic” I told myself silently. I walked through customs like a breeze goes through the forest on a summer day. I only had one slow up and that was to get my bag from the smiling steward. I picked it up and simply walked on but before I did I looked at him and shivered. He never seemed to stop smiling and the whole trip he seemed to be smiling when I was around. I shook it off and put it down to Botox that everyone seemed to be getting

He handed it over and asked me my name but I simply turned and walked away, sliding the card into my breast pocket. I heard him speed off in hopes of finding another customer before the day was out. I looked up and saw the old decrepit place that was on its last legs so to speak, but I could see the old architecture still held some of its former beauty of when it was first built. I walked into the main lobby and stood and looked up to see the walkways that lead to all of the rooms empty except a maid here or there going room to room cleaning them of new patrons. I looked down and looked around remembering past times of when I spent time in the luxurious place back before it fell it to disrepair. “Ah good memories” I thought to myself then walked over to the receptionist and got my room key. I smiled and shook my head as I walked away seeing that I got room 278, the room I spent the night in before I left this evil city for a better life. I took the stairs as I did not feel like waiting for the elevator and I could use the exercise after that long trip. As I climbed I saw that the stairs were worse than the lobby as there was chunks of plaster missing and the walls sometimes had differing color. I hurried along to my room and got out the key to open