On-Board Virus(The Beverly Palace Cruise)

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The secrets to what really happened on a cruise line called The Beverly Palace. What was covered up is now uncovered. (More to short story in the works!)

Submitted: April 01, 2019

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On-Board Virus

The Beverly Palace Cruise

 

 

 

December 31st, 2008 Wednesday

It feels great to be out here, at sea. What more could I ask for? I’m far, far away from my stressful job. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m drinking away, ready to begin the new year with Monica and Rita. Monica’s my lover but she can’t go anywhere without her best friend. So, what does that mean? It means I had to pay her way too. Those tickets were not cheap.

I guess this is a good topic to speak on for this 2009 “year journal” that I decided to start. I hate when a year goes by as if it didn’t mean a thing. As soon as the next year comes around, I can look back at 2009 and read what I wrote. Pretty interesting thing to do, I think. Every year becomes history. Just imagine living twenty years down the road and looking back at what you wrote.

I’m looking forward to buying that new Mustang before 2009 passes by. Years go by fast, I tell you. The 2009 Ford Mustang with Gran Touring. After this trip, it’s time to save up, big time.

My transportation for now is what my grandpa passed over to me as a birthday gift. It’s a piece of junk, but I can’t really complain. It’s better than nothing. It’s a 1972 Volkswagan Beetle. You can laugh away. I need a step-up.

I’m still trying to adjust to this cruise ship. It’s called “The Beverly Palace.” It’s from a new cruise line called the Blue Tree Cruise Line in Norfolk, Virginia—the city not too far from mine. It holds around 2,000 guests, I believe. For the first time in my life, I’m on a cruise ship. On this trip, the other passengers are really rowdy on New Year’s Eve. In one more hour, we’ll be in a new year.

This very moment, there’s a band performing near the bar, outdoors. The people in the big pool down the stairway are having a blast, grooving to the music. It seems like the whole world is out here because it’s crowded everywhere.

Earlier, there was a guy walking around—not really paying attention—and rushing then bumped into me. He spilled some of his fries on my new blue Hawaiian shirt. Not just fries, ketch-up too. The ketch-up stain is still there even with all the scrubbing I did. I was pissed but told the guy that it was no big deal. I wanted to shove him in the pool, to be honest.

What do you think I’m drinking heavy for, right now? Not just for New Year’s; I’m trying to keep myself away from stress. Monica on the other hand, can’t handle drinks very well. Rita and I had to walk her all the way back to their room to lay her down on the bed. She was way too tipsy and ended up sleepy. It’s just Rita and I partying for the rest of the night.

There’s actually some type of emergency situation going on as I’m over here typing this on my Iphone. There’s a medical team and the security helping a lady who fell to the deck, drooling foam out her mouth and moaning. Her whole body was shaking. It was weird. A seizure with foam drooling from her mouth. That’s just the rumor spreading around; I didn’t see anything. I can barely see what’s going on, it’s too crowded.

This may be all I write for the night, this phone’s dying.


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