Well, we didn't end up visiting CocoCay this morning, because the waves were too rough. It's a port where they can't take the boat in; you have to get in a tender to get to the shore. So it's just fine with me; I would have been hurling all the way to the sand, I'm sure. Plus, when I was in the spa this afternoon, I heard them mention that last year they took a cruise ship in, and they had to leave them there overnight, because it wasn't safe to come back. Sounds a bit to "Gilligan's Island" to me, except instead of making radios out of coconuts, the Professor would have been making a radio out of a drink in a pineapple.

In other news, I think they need to add a new ShipShape activity on board. They should let all folks over 18 have a tranquilizer gun for a nominal fee, and any children caught playing tag through the cabins should be fair game. Plus, their parents. I think I'll suggest it to Warren, the cruise director, who's our buddy. I'm off to watch him introduce "Boogie Inferno." Ooohhee. Hold me back.

--regan