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"To your 21st birthday, Captain Rebecca!! Carlos and Cory stumbled over to where I was sitting on the chest, knocking their beer mugs together. They shouted that phrase into my ear for the seventh time since I have given out the alcohol and I was about to throw them off the ship.
Managing a small smile, I sensed that they were far beyond their limit. The rest of my crew was manageable, each one of them was off in their own worlds, not screaming or calling out to me repeating their sentence over and over.
Nodding my head to them, I grabbed the class of champagne by my side and made my way up the seven study steps to the poop deck which surprisingly didn't have anyone around. Walking up to the railing I rested my elbows on the wood, gazing out into the darkness where the moon illuminated the calm waters.
