John Fleuric's plane arrived in New York at 9:05. Morgan walked with John as he deplaned.
They said good-bye and John went in search of a taxi. He had flown into LaGuardia several times; he noticed they were renovating their terminal. He thought about his meeting with Morgan.
He couldn't believe he had actually made a date with her for tomorrow. He hadn't asked anyone out in years, and back then it had been just for friendship. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought of a date as a sexual rendezvous. But now, he smiled to himself, well you just never know.
John finally caught a taxi and told the cabbie to head for South Ferry. He was going to the Coast Guard base on Governors Island. He had developed new software to coordinate vessel traffic, and he was going there to convince them of its usefulness. He felt confident about the software, which would allow all vessels on the sea to use frequencies to ensure safer navigation through congested harbors.
He watched the buildings pass as the taxi made its way to South Ferry. John knew he would have to take a ferry boat across to Governors Island. His meeting wasn't until Monday; he had arrived today so he could do a little sight-seeing tomorrow.
He was glad he had come early. He thought about Morgan, and felt himself tingle and stir at the thought.
They arrived at South Ferry and he unloaded his luggage. He first had to check in with Security to get over to the Coast Guard base. He thought how it was almost like a prison, sitting out in the water all by itself, with the only transportation to and from the island being a boat.
After several minutes of identifying himself he finally lugged his baggage onto the waiting ferry. As he stood at the rail on the second deck of the ship he looked out at Miss Liberty. The sun had already set and a breeze licked at his face, tousling his hair. Miss Liberty stood majestically quiet and solemn. She was a beautiful sight, he thought.