![]() ![]() ![]() "Maybe you drank it?"īy the way, I'm not your waiter my dad owns this ship, he almost added. ![]() Lobster.Ī woman squinted at him from behind her sunglasses. Just… elves."Īnd next time, try a higher SPF, he thought. "You mean South Pole," Brett replied automatically. "Hey, penguin, wrong cruise-North Pole is the other way." He was the only person around who was fully clothed, not to mention wearing a bow tie-sometime in the sixth grade, Brett had decided that bow ties would be his "signature accessory"-and as usual he got some funny looks.Ī sunburned boy pointed at him. ![]() He couldn't believe it had taken all twelve long years of his life to discover it.Įating slowly to make his parfait last, Brett waded through the sea of sunbathers. The Imperial Conquest had five swimming pools, four gyms, a three-story waterslide, a two-lane bowling alley, an outdoor movie theater, a giant climbing wall, a miniature golf course, an ice-cream parlor, a pizza parlor, a sushi bar, a taco stand, a twenty-four-hour arcade, an eighteen-and-under dance club, an eighteen-and-over casino (that was a little lax about its age limit), a full-service spa, and a multi-floor luxury shopping mall, but so far the thing Brett liked best about this gigantic cruise ship was the Jell-O parfait at the Lido Deck Snack Shack. ![]()
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