The ocean, as ever, was full of surprises this morning. There I was, treading the decks, when suddenly two silvery shapes shot across the surface of the water.
Photos will be added once we can get enough bandwidth The ocean, as ever, was full of surprises this morning. There I was, treading the decks, when suddenly two silvery shapes shot across the surface of the water. For a fleeting, moment, I thought they were birds, some sleek, metallic species I had never encountered before. That was until they vanished beneath the waves with a practiced dip, revealing their true identity: flying fish. Of course. Nature’s little practical joke. fish that couldn’t quite commit to being fish, yet hadn’t fully embraced the bird lifestyle either. Naturally, I spent the next several laps of the deck with my eyes fixed on the water, hoping for an encore. But the sea, being unpredictable, declined to provide one. To make matters worse, my view was further obstructed by an array of lifeboats on Deck 3, all positioned with the kind of strategic precision that suggested the ship’s designers had prioritised aesthetics over practicality. No doubt...