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Costume party
What a horrible headache, the ship's welcome party was much more fun than I thought it would be, that big disco and the costume theme looked great, although definitely flirting punch with gummy bears was not a good idea, I think seeing so many sweets available at the youth bar left me tempted to eat too much sugar. At this point, I don't know if it's my brain that's moving around me or if it's the swaying of the ocean waves on the cruise ship.
On my way to the dining room, I notice that the crew is a little nervous, and strange, I see that they offer juices, fruits, and lots of food, and the party was so great that no one slept apparently, everyone including me is still into their costume characters.
Where are my parents? I don't know why they chose Luisa Lein and Superman as the theme, my dad's belly doesn't help him much with that character.
At the food bar, I ran into Lucifer and his detective girlfriend, and boy did they smell like hell, I think they were sweating sulfur from dancing so much.
Already a couple of hours after getting up, my body is screaming for my rich morning drink to wake up my neurons and revitalize me, so I also joined the incessant questions that were against the staff at the bar, where is the coffee?
My dizziness still made me see things blurry, I could have sworn the Michelin doll was walking straight towards me, but then I realized it was just a fat shirtless man with an annoyed look on his face asking loudly for coffee. I stepped outside for a moment to get some air trying to clear my head, by the time I got back to the dining room things were getting out of hand, Batman and Robin were accusing each other of picking this lousy line of ships, Paris Hilton or what was left of her was screaming desperately for some coffee.
An English gentleman, apparently with refined manners worthy of a Kinsman, was talking about the possibility of substituting coffee for tea, if only to have a hot drink for his breakfast, and suddenly someone disguised as a Pirate threw a pancake at him to shut him up.
Then came a couple of American retirees who also demanded with a Texan accent that they are given their coffee immediately because they were used to having breakfast with their beverage as an accompaniment; however, the crew at this point did not know what to do.
People were beginning to crowd around the bar like a wild mob, the fearful and nervous staff rushed to the galley where the chef was while the banging of silverware against the tables could already be heard in the background as they shouted, We want coffee!
Finally, the ship's captain appeared, accompanied by the chief cook and the second mate. There they asked the passengers to please calm down and told them that by leaving a window in the hold open, the sea mist dampened the sacks of coffee that were there, and they woke up full of mold, so this product could no longer be consumed as a beverage.
This unleashed a real food war, the madness came for everyone, and the Indians were throwing things against the cowboys, I do not know where someone dressed as an emperor came out wanting to proclaim himself the owner of the kitchen, the captain fled running with his staff, it was then when I got brave and shouted, with all my strength standing on a table, everyone stopped immediately and stared at me, with bulging and piercing eyes, making me very scared, while the disturbing silence was broken from the back of the room when Napoleon Bonaparte shouted with a French accent His disguise is made of coffee! Let's go get him!
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