The ship is at full capacity this week. Sold out. About 3,000 passengers. 800 kids, 500 of those teenagers. Kind of a madhouse.

Old Female Room Steward Leaning Exhaustedly Against the Wall of a Crew Elevator: [shaking her head slowly] Oh mon, oh mon, oh mon. It drives me to drink. I’m going to have to get me a Pepsi.

The crew has been alerted to conserve water whenever possible, so we don’t run out before we get back to Tampa.