A blond in stiletto heels strides her way onto the deck, walking like she owns the place, regardless of the fact that she is confused as hell. Caroline Forbes left hesitation at the door decades ago, and while she has no idea what's coming around that corner, she is pretty sure she can take them. She been wandering the world for over a century and a half and while that may be "baby" in terms of some vampires, most trouble she runs into isn't of the vampire variety.

She's mostly annoyed. It's her hundred and sixty-eighth birthday. She was going to meet up with Elena in New York City (it had just "reinvented itself") and go clubbing, but apparently, she is taking a sea cruise instead. It doesn't change the fact that she is dressed to kill, however, blond hair hanging straight against her shoulders, a white sparkly tank top under a leather jacket, skin tight leather pants, and a pair of killer heels.

She could have probably gotten laid tonight. Now she's lucky if she runs into Gilligan.

She huffs for a moment, scanning the deck in the search of something interesting to do, until she catches the sound of footsteps nearby. She tosses her hair, getting ready to put on her best "helpless blond" look. Maybe someone around can point her to the nearest way back to New York City.

She promises to ask nicely.

"Hello?" She frowns. "Is anyone there?"