Memior Monday So we just crossed back from Bimni to Miami. The sky line pulled into focus the clock ob the Fisher island ferry dock read 1030 P.M. I seemed to always look at that clock because there were none on the boat and I always wanted to know how much sleep I was going to get. On the boat its just day and night. We nesteled into our slip got luggage out of the cube and went to bed all except for lets call him Shane P. Around 0400 nature called and there are two guests a guy and his wife. Sitting on the compressor. Shane P. Holding the sheet line for balance and a plastic cup full of rum in the other graphically telling tge guys wife how hot she is and what hed do to her. I was just like oh hell and went to cabin three to use the head. In the midst of pumping I hear THUD! I make my way topside and there is SHANE P. Out cold on the deck. I looked at the couple on the compressor the lady was gone and the guy looked at me and was like He Fell I was like We will roll with that and went to get the other captain up and help drap Shane Ps drunk ass to bed. As we are trying to put him in his rack he kept muttering Why did you hit me cap? knowing he wouldnt be worth a shit in the morning it was very difficult not to take a swing.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 15:35:01 +0000
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