Location: Underway to Palau
You hear the muffled phrase in your left ear dome: Wake up, lieutenant! You have a job to do! Thats an order! Thats right, I say with pride. The day started off with an optimistic yet startling wake-up call for my 4 to 8 AM boat watch, alongside my watch team. Within an instant, I found myself in a dream-like trance, rushing to get ready to strike the day while in a frantic pursuit for my peanut butter; alas, fate had other plans, since I could not find it in the nick of time. Once my team and I had made it to the deck in one chicken tender piece, we had discussed murder mysteries for much of the shift. It was long enough for the sun to start eavesdropping among the horizon (I thoroughly enjoyed it despite not being the most valuable asset to the team, conversation-wise). Once the sun started to shine bright, so did everybody else, inside and out, full of genuine smiles and laughter. Those intricate and qualitative moments were a big reason why I enrolled here, but I didnt know it couldve been the end of me.
We all stridden with glee to the Galley, where we sat together at breakfast, feeling Vela shift from side to side whilst witnessing the batch of Onions attempt their 9th escape to no avail. Afterwards, I tried to attempt another workout with my TRX on the deck, where the Pacific had once again humbled me dearly with its strong currents; lets just hope Ill develop a set of wings after putting my laterals through such.
I wouldnt say I had it any worse than the chef and Brooke, who were downstairs amidst my battle with the TRX, enduring their own take of chaos. Id occasionally hear stories of levitating yogurt from time to time, ones that would fly right at you like projectiles. Yet, this time it was different. I am not sure how they cooked such a delightful meal whilst bracing currents with such magnitudes (I felt like I was in the set of Da Five Bloods). Overall, their determination will not go without being recognized; you guys were truly the most valuable players today.
The rest of the day was rather relaxing. When it was my turn for the squeeze, I had asked everyone: if SEA|MESTER had left you on a deserted Fijian island for one month, who would be the two people you would bring with you?
(I said a telepathic ape and Morgan Freeman)
It can be chaotic at times, but I know one day, Ill be farting away on my couch at home, reminiscing on the action, but for now, I am looking forward to reappearing on the map in Palau, it will put my Bubbie at ease!
Note: I write this the Charthouse, while profusely sweating in my tank top that reads DISCO 69 (A reference for my dads eyes only; supposedly his favorite night club in Greece).