Ship adventures

Since I ended up babbling pseudo philosophical proclamations I’ll compensate with some short ship adventures. So far we have lost seven passengers. Three of them left voluntary: one in Japan who had problems with drugs and couldn’t handle the withdrawal effects while on the ship, and two in India because of family reasons. Now to the other four which are far more interesting gossip wise. They failed one of the random drug tests, opiate components are to blame. So out the ship they go. The process its relatively simple, they catch you, they kick you out in the nearest port, in this case India where they were when tested, and they call your parents to tell them where you have been left and why. Nice, isn’t it? You only have one night to pack and there are no second chances or particular considerations in terms of types of drugs or level of usage, whatever, drugs are drugs. I don’t have and issue with this policy and I guess the majority of the ship community agrees, but it’s still weird because I met some of them and they seemed really nice, but then again, I suppose you have to be really strict when being in charge of such a big population in a small space.
With alcohol the policy is slightly more liberal, though they wanted us to sign papers that said that we would not get drunk in the entire voyage, they never enforced it and most people didn’t turned them in. Less than a month into the voyage we already had people who not only chunked (vomited) in the tourist buses, but also peed on themselves while riding them. Talk about prestige. Another guy knocked on a girls’ door and threw her out of her room ‘cause he thought it was his room and how dare her be in it?! He had to kick her out, and he pretty much literally did. This happened a couple of doors down my hallway, but of course, me being the good girl that I am, I was sleeping and didn’t find out untill the other day. Our sea (that’s how the hallways are identified and for Harry Potter fans it’s the equivalent of a House) wanted him out of SAS but instead they left the issue to the captain, Master of the ship. The Master, wise as he is, decided to shut him in the lowest floor of the ship for five days were he was forced to deal with himself without daylight or human contact. The Master is from Croatia. Trained with the army and everything, you don’t wanna mess with him, though he has a real sexy voice when he is announcing through the intercom the emergency fire practice routines.