I thought I'd post my edited version after so many lovely followers helped me with suggestions on how to improve my novel beginning. The cliches were easy to fix, the POV is always a problem but I'm working on it and I appreciated your suggestions on how to improve overall. Talli made me work the hardest, saying she'd like to see some action - too static as it was. I've listened and thought of ways to amp it up. I hope you like this version better...although I'm still open to suggestions...
The moment Ruby stepped outside the observation lounge she saw him.
He leaned against the deck rail, mesmerized by the humpbacks. Ruby thought the sight of the glorious creatures in the final throes of breaching in the Pacific waters was enough to take her breath away, even if the sight of the captain in his pristine whites hadn’t already achieved that.
He turned towards her and she was lost, lost in eyes that had the ocean in their depths. In the gathering dusk, his long lashes were the colour of sand, no doubt bleached by days at sea. Curls of the same colour peeked from under his hat.
A wave slapped against the boat, spraying them in warm froth. Ruby grabbed for the bar.
"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out his hand.
"I’m fine," Ruby laughed, surprised at the small book in his hand, a finger holding the place.
"What a glorious day." He stepped closer, slipping the book into his pocket.
"Oui, ah, yes, it is very beautiful."
She noticed a flicker in his eyes.
"Are you enjoying your visit?"
"I’m not just visiting," Ruby tried to talk like an Aussie, afraid her French accent had turned him off. "I have come here to live. At Noosa."
"You like Noosa?"
"I’ve travelled the world and I always come back."
"Je m’apelle Ruby." She held out her hand.
He lifted her tiny hand to his lips. "Is this a French custom?"
"Non, but I like it."
Ooh la la. There you have it. Sizzle, sizzle...So why did she speak French when she introduced herself? She was so swept off her feet she forgot...