Deck 9, Cabin 9450

Found a previous passenger's diary

Small journal, tucked in the back of the drawer under the wardrobe, pushed all the way in. Italian, so I couldn't read most of it. My partner reads some Italian — she said it appeared to be daily observations, very mundane: what they ate, the weather, a fight with someone named Marco about sunscreen. Last entry was a drawing of the ship from the port. We handed it to reception with a note. They seemed genuinely moved that someone turned it in. Wherever that Italian traveler is — we hope Marco apologized about the sunscreen.