I'm happy to say that I, along with the other 3, 633 passengers on board the Freedom of The Seas, survived our voyage despite the category 4 hurricane, Hurricane Earl, from a week ago. I knew, the day before the trip, that the goddamn hurricane could possibly pose a threat, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I was determined to defy the power of the seas, themselves! That's just how much I wanted to go and just how completely insane I am.
We had to take a much different course than intended, but we made it out alive and unscathed. YO HO HO and a bucket of chum!
Instead of going to the Eastern Caribbean Islands, Captain Tor Olsen decided to take the ship to the Western Caribbean Islands, for the most part, with the exception of Cococay, Bahamas.
My wife and my personal adventures on the cruise ship and on the islands were filled with many physical and emotional ups and downs (mostly ups, thank Poseidon) and I won't possibly be able to tell the entire story in one post. In other words, I'll definitely have to spread all of this out in a series of posts. There's just way too much to tell, damn it.
This post will be short and sweet, in fact, due to everyone in our circle of friends and family demanding that we show them all the 266 pictures taken, assorted souvenirs bought and revealing all that happened during our seven day voyage. Tonight will be just as busy as the last four days since we came back. No rest for the wicked and demented.
And yeah, that's me below, drinking out of the pirate skull mug I got in Cozumel, Mexico. Thought it was too cool to pass up.
I know I have a lot of catching up to do, in regards to blog visiting/commenting and I'll be sure to start on that tomorrow. I just wanted to let all of ye landlubbers know that Kelly The Pirate is back, full of renewed vigor, replenished spirit and a hearty yearning to go back to the seas of the Caribbean.