Back on board, the rum punch
started to flow....and flow...and flow.
Pam helped the First Mate raise
the sails and we headed out
to sea for a short jaunt before
going back to our ship while
listening to loud reggae music,
dancing and singing.
In other words..making complete
fools of ourselves. We had a ball.
On our way back to shore and
sadly...back to our ship two young beauties,
Els and Katya were feeling no
pain, getting some sun and relaxing at the bow of the boat.
Ignoring the warning from our
First Mate that we were headed
into rough seas with impending
danger of taking on green water.
Mind you now, at times the bow
rose and dipped 10 feet.
They were rewarded by a cooling
ocean water bath...below.
We did consider to mutiny until
our rum punch was finished but
none of us had a compass so
it was back to our liner for a nap before dinner.
