Midnight Cruise

March 18, 1920. I've finally checked into my cabin. It's cozy and nice enough. It's a little bumpy, but I think it's something I can get used to. Before boarding, I called my mom in Stowe to tell her that I'm out of touch for the next week - we're going out to sea. My mom wished me a good rest, although her voice gave away a slight anxiety. That's okay, I'm sure this trip will be good for me, an…