Stainless Oasis
Kris and I finished packing up and headed topside for some reckless UV exposure.
“Want to try the pool?” Kris asked.
“We can try, but I think it’ll be mobbed,” I answered.
Sure enough, a human or a pile of human belongings occupied every lounge, so we scratched the pool idea and headed up to our spot on the forward sunning deck.
The day looked a little foreboding. Both the sea and the sky were predominantly gray, the wind was howling, and the sea was as rough as we’d seen on any cruise – 9-12 feet according to the captain….
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