Passengers exiting the ferry
At 6:05 p.m., a rush of people shoving and pushing poured onto the orange boat with blue bold lettering on the side reading “Staten Island Ferry”. On a cloudy day, light breezy winds seemed ready to rain. As people rushed to find a seat, the captain announced that the ferry would begin to move.
When the path cleared and every metal seat on the ferry was occupied. Many people waited patiently at the food vendor or on line for the bathrooms.
A young women in her early twenties ordered a pretzel from the food vendor, quickly paid the cashier and made her way outside. There she sat down to enjoy the ocean and quietly eat.
She seemed not to mind the breezy air, as a light rain fell.
She looked up to the ocean and sighed quietly. After staring into space for a couple of minutes, she scribbled her thoughts onto a piece of paper. She then rearranged her books and stuffed the remains of the pretzel into her purse, muttering to herself. She took out her phone to check for any messages.
Samantha Meyer, or Sam, is 21 years old and was returning on the ferry from her job at R.H. Tugs on Richmond Terrace. Waitressing at R.H. Tugs was pleasant, and today was her last day, since she started college and needed time for studies.
Her phone rang, and she excused herself to take the call. “Yea mom, I’m returning from work and going to my dorm. I’ll meet up with you. Bye! Moms…..always worrying about you and where you are. You know how it feels right? Even after you go to college, and probably are married they’ll always worry, she said.
When the captain announced that the Ferry would be docking soon, feet shuffled and bodies moved. Little children, paired up with their parents and friends, formed in groups to push and shove to exit the ferry. During the thirty minute ride from Manhattan to Staten Island the grey sky had transformed into the night sky, and the light rain stopped.
People pushed and shoved as they exited in a rush to get to their destination.
