Dining with the Captain
We all have this image of a cruise ship. What it is supposed to smell like, look like, feel like. Sofia was no different, and to all outward appearances, this cruiser met the stock criteria she had in mind. There were the expansive halls which seemed to lead nowhere and everywhere; the incredible indoor waterpark to rival the wonders of Disney World; the spacious dining hall where everything was covered in gilt; even a splendid prow where one could take the gratuitous selfie which seemed to pop up on every casual seafarer’s f*******: feed.
Nevertheless, Sofia was feeling down this afternoon. The hour was just before twilight, when the ship turned ghostly before the diners, the myriad retirees, parents, and toddlers, came scampering down to take their places at the
