Photo courtesy of Dylan Ferreira
The Thanksgiving Cruise Part Two
I took Dramamine the whole time, because I’m one of those people that can get sick in a hammock. It had been smooth sailing the whole cruise, but now it was time to head home. The captain must have dropped into high gear; the sea was rough. I sat in the lowest part of the ship trying to not be sick. As the day went on, it was rougher. Soon even the crew could be seen dashing for the restrooms. White napkins were dropped over incidents. Sometimes you would meet other passengers walking down the hallway and they would say, “No, you don’t want to go that way!”
That night I could see giant waves out the window. I was so sick that the thought of the ship going down with my whole family didn’t mean a whole lot if it meant I would be out of my misery. When we arrived home the next day, there were few who could boast of not being sick.
That night ruined me for cruises. Never again. My children, who at the time claimed it was boring and awful, now remember it as a fun vacation and as time has passed, they have regaled me with stories of how they and their cousins entertained themselves when we were not around. They were part of the reason for everything on that ship being so sticky. Someone in the group got the bright idea of running their soft serve ice cream along the banister everywhere they went. And this is why tigers eat their young.