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the sun bed, ready to bask in the glory of the beautiful
day.
     
    The admirable and respectable Captain
of the renowned star celebrity cruise stopped by the sun bed to speak to Sara,
both formally as a professional captain and informally as a long time fan.
    “Ah, Ms. Sarracini, you make the brightest of days that extra bright.” his accumulated mass of
greying fuzz around his mouth and face were pulled back to form a smile with
the exposed pair of purple lips.
    Sara beamed at him more dazzling than
the sun above shining on her golden blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. “How
kind of you to say, Captain.”
    “Having you on board has been a true honour for us all.” he said with
his pleasant, posh tone, speaking on behalf of the ship and himself.
    Sara was flattered by such a
heartfelt compliment. “The honour is all mine, Captain.”
    The Captain stood proudly at her
words, he was complimented greatly.
    “It's a true pleasure being on your
wonderful ship and meeting all you beautiful people.”
    The Captain was astoundingly
honoured. “The pleasure is all ours, Ms. Sarracini. ”
    “Please, call me Sara.” she sweetly
requested. Sara preferred to be treated informally by her fans, it made the
conversations feel more relaxed and real, she wasn't above others, she was a
down to earth kind of woman, there was no requirement for any pretences or
formalities.
    “Certainly, Sara.” it seemed strange
using a first name but he would get used to it “Forgive my formality. An old
habit that comes with
the job.”
    “No need to apologise, I know how it
is, being formal is key in my line of work too.”
    The Captain's beard widened as his
smile grew in size, Sara's kindness was unmatched.
     
    “So, what brings you Captain? Have we
reached land or do you want an autograph?” she giggled adorably.
    The Captain couldn't help breaking
his professional front and chuckling in delight. She was making him feel more
casual and comfortable than he had ever been in his demanding and serious line
of work to make his luxurious celebrities pleased on his cruise and recommend
using his vessel again in the near future, his heavy responsibility was a lot
lighter since meeting his favourite celebrity of them all in the flesh, she was
even more wonderful than she gave off on the silver screen and in interviews.
He had watched every film, caught every interview on the smaller screen and
printed on magazines to have been painted a pretty clear image of the real Sara
Sarracini. The actuality of her was grander than any painting could convey. “I
just came to let you know that we should reach land in an hour.”
    Sara sat up from her sun bed,
overjoyed at the news, she could hardly wait “Great.”
    “There is one more thing.” he
interjected.
    “Yes?”
    The Captain pulled out a photo of
Sara from one of her movies out of his clean white and gold uniform.
     
    He held onto the image of Sara
Sarracini's star-studded days in his fingers, she was wearing a classy
reporter's suit wielding a six shooter, standing next to a swat officer loading
his pump action shotgun, surrounded by a hoard of rotting zombies, craving the
warm taste of flesh, and the refreshing nectar of blood to satisfy their
ravenous hunger and rampant thirst which knew no relief or any end, it just
kept going on like their undead existences.
    Both of the sole survivors were ready
for action, to fight to live or die trying in the film's gripping and shocking
climax which left many movie-goers in the audience stunned during the end
credits and after leaving the cinema. The Captain himself, when he wore a
second-in-command's uniform, was one of them, he could not get the ending out
of his head for many days after seeing the zombie film to end all zombie films.
Her stand-out performance made it more than just a low budget exploitation
movie, she gave it a touch of class and grandiloquence not seen in other movies
of the same genre.
    It was a cut above the rest, the
crème