What Should Have A Five Day Cruise?

To begin, ten years separated my brother and I in age, so there's a good chance he did not enjoy me the way I adored him. I am sure I annoyed him. Especially when I always nagged him to play with me and invaded his space when he invited friends over. I could not help myself.  Moreover, my mom once told me that at the hospital when I was born, Brandon stormed out of the room crying because he did not want a baby sister. He could sense from the cry that I was a handful, and he wanted nothing to do with me.

As I lay basking in the intense, but pleasurable gulf sun, I can feel the calming rock of the cruise ship. The relaxing music played on a steel drum, flow through my ears. I can hear children laughing while they play poolside and zip down the waterslide. The overwhelming aroma of fresh cooked food from the all-american or Mongolian lunch outlets circulates the ship and makes my mouth water. I can not wait to eat lunch.

April 14th, 2016, 10:00 pm, on board the Norwegian Dawn. Jackson Shloo and his wife were at dinner, at the McDonald's on board. The rest of the restaurants were closed or too crowded at this hour to get a table. After their “meal,” they decided to have the night of their life, party in the club, then at Midnight go to the ship deck and watch the waves. Their kids were in their room on the ship, fast asleep, nothing could wake them up. Jackson didn’t know that he would never see them again, forever. 11:00 pm. Jackson and his wife were at the club, not drinking, but just dancing, nothing seemed different, out of the ordinary, deadly and life changing.

Today was weirdly exotic. I was going out to the dock at the crack of dawn to unload our materials from the trip that we took. The dock was cracked and had algae stains everywhere I looked. I saw more and different Hawaiians getting paid to refit our ships because the only reason we are here is because of our ship. As I walked closer to them, I saw that they were actually making a lot from our captain. He was practically bankrupt because he gave most of his money to the Hawaiians. While I observed the Hawaiians, I spotted a beautiful woman with dashing features, but I continued on to refitting the things that I had to refit. I started by unloading the razor sharp

The ocean was so calm and stretched as far as the eye could see. It changed color with the light and the depth, from green to blue to dark blue. At twilight, you can't tell the ocean from the sky. The sky was so blue and not a cloud could be seen for miles. It made me feel at peace and so harmonious. There was the scent of saltwater in the air, a scent like no other. There around we could see sharks swimming calmly in the waters of the Caribbean Sea. They were so beautiful even though they are predators of the sea. On the boat everyone was very quiet, in fear, with the only hope of getting to our destination safely. The boat was overcrowded and no one could move or they would have risked tipping it over and sinking. There were 150 people in a small boat, mostly family with children. Time went by and after a few hours of sailing we heard the magic words when the captain yelled, “Everybody relax we are out of Cuban territory, you are free! We are now on international waters”. That’s when everybody started crying and cheering with excitement. Time once again began to pass by slowly, and I remember at one point the sky started painting in an array of pink, orange and yellow, and before long the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. Soon enough the sky started to turn black and all the stars starting to shine up in the

“So where are you taking my daughter-in-law and the kids for vacation this year?” she asked, switching the subject.

be told what to do by my older brother, yet he seems to be anxious. Following Nick’s advice, I

Dear Diary, It’s been nine weeks since we left England. I am starting to wonder if we'll ever see land again. I’ve been battling this terrible seasickness the entire time. My husband said that I’ll “get my sea legs” as we travel, but my legs haven’t changed in the slightest. I’ve been dizzy and had a terrible fever. It makes this dark five foot tall ceiling even lower. I’ve survived on

It started to rain really hard and I got cold and a really bad cough. About 40 petrels and 2 terns came to the ship. My brother hit one with a stone. We were sure that we were getting closer and closer to land. Columbus told me that his goal was to go to the Indies. I was looking forward to seeing land. After a few days everyone started to complain. I was trying to keep a positive attitude, but I started to get impatient.At about 10 o’clock Columbus and I saw what looked like a candle bobbing up and down. Finally, we spotted land.

We knew that we were racing against time. My husband turned the key and the motor started to sputter and shake. He flipped some switches and tinkered with the engine, but nothing seemed to be solving the problem. Since he couldn’t figure it out, there was no question about it. We had to hook up the water bike and tow the boat back to shore. It was like a tugboat pulling a battleship. Just as we started our journey, our luck went from bad to worse. The sky that had been picture perfect was quickly changing. The sun was now playing hide and seek in the clouds. The once large white, fluffy, pillow shaped clouds that occasionally blocked out the golden sun turned into dark gray ragged clouds. With that came plump missiles of mass destruction that pelted our tender sunburned skin. It felt like icy needles penetrating throughout our bodies. The gentle winds that once danced with our boat suddenly turned into a fierce hip- hop which sent us into an ocean of mountains of angry waves. The boat tossed and turned in the heavy swells. The waves lifted us up so high and then threw us back down, I thought for sure the boat would break into tiny pieces. With one final tug, we finally made it to the dock. However, the strength of the swell, sent us crashing into another boat. Just as we tied up, I noticed a young lady unconscious on the dock. Her friends were by her side. I shouted out "Did anyone call 911" they said that they did

The year was 2007 and my brother Eric had just returned home from deployment to Iraq and the mood was ecstatic around the house. My dad was welling up with tears, finally being able to see his oldest child returning home from service. Mom was also very happy as well, repeatedly fondling over Eric as soon as he entered the house. Eric and I had always been close, even though there was a decent age gap between us of 15 years. We talked for hours about what his time was like in Iraq and in the military; he seemed open to talking about it even though he witnessed some fairly nightmarish experiences. Eventually I got the bright idea to challenge him to a wrestling match on the lawn even though he had 120 pounds on me. He tried to talk me out of

There was an eerie silence for a minute or so. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I couldn’t process what was happening. I just stared at her. A faint white blur in the distance growing smaller. I wanted to go to her. To protect her like I promised I would do, but I could only float away. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at her so instead I turned to look at the fading wreck that had once been our ship.

“Hey, guys. Where’s Kaidan?” I inquired as he thoughts of my older brother invaded my skull. He was normally the first person to greet me when I woke up from my

I got really sick from the cold air. Alisha isn’t here with me anymore. They separated us. Every night they come over to us and take the dead bodies of the people that died of disease and starvation. They throw their dead bodies overboard. Space is very limited. I have splinters and scratches all over my body from when the ship starts. The woman next to me is the nicest person on this ship. Her name is Sylvia. She got separated from her husband and daughter. I saw them take the men away. They packed them in with leg irons.

It is an overcast evening, yet sunlight pours through a hole in the layers upon layers of clouds. There is a small party on-board the RMS Lusitania, and the Cunard Line’s captain assigned for the vessel, William Turner, is standing in uniform, facing towards America. He raises a glass of port to a safe voyage, and the whole room follows suit. The chamber orchestra begins to play a fast-paced, lighthearted tune. You are a war correspondent, and you believe that something is astray with Will Turner. 30 minutes into the festivities, the captain disappears. Nobody notices but you, of course, because you vowed not to drink a drop of spirit in your life at 12 years, and have held true to that promise for 24 years running. You can’t help but notice, however, that he left quite abruptly, in a queer manner, and without pretense. Prior to this, he was nervous, checking his pocket watch frequently. You didn’t suspect anything, but stayed wary. He returned quickly, and in good time, called off the ceremonies. You resign to your small room on the 2nd highest deck, hoping to catch some sleep, for the next day of the trip is just as strenuous and arduous as the past one. Suddenly, you feel a jolt and the door hits the wall. Nobody is there but an awfully conveniently timed steward, who checks if all the 1st class passengers are unharmed. Annoyed and perplexed, you walk briskly to the porthole, and catch a glimpse of a laundry basket being seemingly