>I was taking my afternoon nap when there was a loud knock on the cabin door. “Security!” yelled out a voice. “Hide the tortillas!” I yelled, scrambling to put my food somewhere, anywhere out of sight. “Security” the voice yells again. “Porthole!”
I realize what’s happening. Today we will be in pirate infested waters, the gulf of Aden, between Yemen and Somalia. They closed all the portholes as a precaution, and none of us are allowed to go onto the promenade deck or outside on the lower decks today.
I stare at my closed porthole. Pirates! I really, really want to open it to take a look. “Imagine if the pirates came in my porthole?!” I started.. Sherwin: “You know they’re not pirates like that, they’re just casual..” Me: “I realize Johnny Depp won’t be crawling through my porthole anytime soon.. Anyways, if they’re casual they can’t come in. It’s Informal night tonight.”
Pirates have seized more than 24 ships in this area in the past year. I don’t think we have an ultrasonic weapon like the Seabourn ship had, so I might just have to pull out the Accordion if they come near. Rumour has it that the Captain is up on the bridge right now with a gun.
It did not cancel the Sextet’s pool set (much to their chagrin)
Nor did the Pirates even get a chance to be offended by this blatant display of Americanism:
The American Buffet
Take a look around – Do YOU see any Pirates?
Yikes, I just heard a thump underneath my porthole. I hope it’s just the waves…