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We are now anchored at a tiny, quaint island in the Bahamas, so Andrew and I decide to take advantage of the opportunity to walk around the port. Glancing back at the ship, I am once more astounded by its sheer size. The massive monstrosity dwarfs everything else on or near the island. It makes me wonder about the logistics and equipment required to dig the deep trench that permits big cruise liners entry to the port.
As we walk along the boardwalk towards the shore, I'm surprised to find that I almost feel like the ground beneath me is moving. When I mention the odd sensation to Andrew, he smiles down at me, "You already have your sea legs."
"Umm, great...I guess." I mutter, wrinkling my nose, not at all sure that this is a good thing.
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