Unicorns to the Rescue

Being awoken in the middle of the night by the familiar guttural noise of the engines stopping I darted out of bed attempting to see what was going on. As I put on my white crocs and threw on a slightly oversized sweater I opened my cabin door to see if there was anyone else who was vibrated awake when we should have been dreaming of unicorns wearing leather, playing in a rock band.

Looking down the corridor I spotted the matted blonde nest that was Kendall’s hair!

Whispering:

Me: Kendall

Kendall: What is that Cal?

Me: I’m not sure; it sounds like we’re stopping.

Just then the thinnest dancer poked her head out of her cabin

Chelsea: is it an iceberg?

Me: No, but if we’re sinking I’ll throw you a Cheerio.

As Kendall, Chelsea and I made our way out to Deck 4 where the Lifeboats are, crew were congregating and the familiar voice of our Leader, Big Daddy, was over the PA explaining what was happening and all of the sudden I got a feeling that we were not alone. I saw an intense beam of light from where, I do not know. Following it down into the cold Mediterranean waters I saw a powerless boat being thrashed by the waves.

Looking closely the Bridge shining his spotlight on this tiny vessel revealed a family onboard unwilling to leave their small craft behind. Our captain brilliantly positioned our ship perpendicular to the waves in order to help their boat with the crashing waves.

All in all it took four hours for the Spanish coast guard to come to the rescue of the family who was stranded off the coast of Marseilles; however Chelsea, Kendall, and I were long gone before that as we decided to ditch the excitement to go to the Pizza Bar to share a pie and a bottle of wine.

The next morning Juzzy, Mia and I went out for ‘coffee’ in Monaco and as we poured a second bottle of wine I tried to explain what happened just hours before.

Mia: Why didn’t we just tow their boat behind the ship?

Almost time for bed as I had not had a chance to get to bed since being woken up by the engines, I went down the guest services to collect letters that guests have written to Big Daddy when I saw him talking to a ‘little person’ who I found out later was complaining that Big Daddy called mini golf, midget golf by mistake. As the ‘little person’ left, I went up and asked John about it.

Me: What was that all about?

Big Daddy: He’s not happy.

Me: Which one is he then?

Being witty when I was so tired made me think that maybe I wasn’t as tired as I thought so I went down to Juzzy’s room with a bottle of Fragolina to drink; however sooner than later I was in a slumber in her bed tapping her with my foot to the beats of a Unicorn Rock Band.