Location: Secret Bay, St Vincent
Finally, the day has returned. I, Henry Clark, have risen again as the benevolent tyrannical monarch of the STV Vela.
Today my subjects and I had a splendid day of diving and snorkeling shenanigans. Last night the first of two dive groups went on our first-night dive of the semester. We saw fish sleeping as well as naked lobsters, bioluminescence and sleeping parrotfish among other things. Since these lifeforms reside in the anchorage most recently conquered by the STV Vela, I consider them residents of my empire, and they will therefore be expected to pay taxes in the near future.
We then went to bed, and I woke everyone up to our newly instated national anthem, fireflies by Owl City. The morning consisted of marine biology, followed by oceanography. We then had lunch which was an amazing burrito bar made by our very own brilliant and beautiful Brianne Wright. We proceeded on with our day with emergency first responder, where we learned techniques to administer emergency oxygen and deal with Hyper and Hypothermia taught by the graceful and elegant Eloise Edwards. Finally, we go to today’s main event. We hopped in the dinghies with our snorkel mask and fins and went to an underwater cave. This cave had bats flying everywhere and a strong current that would pull you back and throw you through the narrow cave. With the waves and the bats screeching and flying overhead and everybody yelling, it was pretty lame and mundane. We returned from the cave to another delicious feast by the one and only: bangers and mash made with hot dogs. The boys called it a glorious gargantuan glizzy genocide. To top it all off, my assistant, Captain Fredward, had the ingenious idea to buy the whole crew Coco-Cola to top off our gorgeous grandiose glizzy guzzle.
The End.
Photo one: Me fishin’ in a hammock on the bow last night.
Photo two: Speaks for itself
Photo three: our makeshift menorah for the second day of Chanukah
Photos four and five: Big Daddy’s chicken, now in tube form!