Beach Post and Security

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I forgot to put these in other stories so I’ll just put them here.

 

I think on the second day after I was done shopping I had a good amount of time before dinner at Mama Africa’s or whatever, so I went to the other side of the mall and toward the water.  There was a bulkhead and then some huge concrete weird-shaped things piled up in the water right on the ocean or bay or whichever it was – I think ocean – and I wanted to go near the water so I just climbed my way through them to one that had a flat platform right near the water.  There was a bird doing the same about twenty feet to my left.  I just chilled and sort of wished I had my guitar and thought about how the ocean felt like half of a home to me by now.  No one said anything even though it was pretty clear I probably was not supposed to be where I was.  I thought about staying until the sunset but that was nearly an hour away and didn’t really seem worth it.

 

There’s a new security guy on the ship.  He’s Indian and he speaks to Neha in Hindi.  He’s very strict.  He searches everything and makes people empty their pockets if they set off the metal detector even though they’ve already received a pat down.  He enforced the professor’s limit of only two bottles of alcohol per port.  The Finn family got some sugary stuff at a bakery and had it taped up in boxes from them and tried to take it back on the ship and he wouldn’t let them.  “You can only have dry food; this is part of wet food” he said.  “Are you serious?”  “Yes I’m serious.”  “What are we supposed to do?”  “You can take it down to the dock and eat it I guess.”  “We would literally go into a coma if we ate all of this right now.”  He didn’t have a response.  Mr. Finn was pretty visibly upset by it but you really can’t argue with ship security, so he had to go down and just take what he wanted and give away/trash the rest.  I’m not sure what he did with it, and I should ask him sometime.

 

One time when I was going back on the ship and he was checking my stuff, he said I looked like Ringo Starr.  I don’t really know if that’s true but I guess maybe I could Wiki him sometime and check for a resemblance.  I think he had darker hair than I have.  He’s nice enough I guess, he’s just really strict.  Probably he’ll chill out in time.