Ship – S – A to Z Challenge

The continuous humming that had accompanied us for the past weeks, suddenly stopped. It was eeryliy

The continuous humming that had accompanied us for the past weeks suddenly stopped. It was eerily quiet when we woke up. Out at sea, it was always quiet, but now, we realized that the sound of the engines had been there. A white noise accompanying the gentle rocking of the waves.

“What’s going on”? I asked.

“I have no idea”, Tom answered, looking like a cat after you forced it to take a bath.

I got up, the excess of last night, or rather of the past nights and days was now loudly throbbing in my head. Somehow, weeks of excess had only come to surface in my head today. But then my memory was hazy.

“I think, I know what is going on.” I spun around, Susie was rubbing her eyes and took a sip from her water before jumping off her upper bunk.

How we all envied her, always in good shape. Always fresh and ready to work in the mornings. The past two weeks, when we were without the boss nor his guests, must have been boring for her.

“So what is it smarty pants?” Luke asked with a smirk.

“Oh, our holidays are over. The captain told me last night; when you were all high that we had some repairs to do, that the boss would join us on board tonight with his new girlfriend and that today would be a land day.”

Tom’s face fell. He was enjoying the bosses stash, we were allowed to use it as long as there would be some left, and that we would be presentable when he would come back and not use any while he or his guests would be on board.

“Oh no, I will have land sickness”, he wailed.

“No, you won’t” I reassured him.

“I guess we’ll be feeling the effects of going cold-turkey.” Luke chipped in.

“So who wants to discover this lovely city with me?” Susie proposed, opening the thick curtain and revealing an astonishing view.

“Na, we’ll stay on the ship and make ourselves presentable first.” Was our answer, knowing that that in itself would be a hard mission.

Biology Class

“Today, we are going to dissect mice.” Miss Grand announced to the class.

A murmur of horror and excitement erupted in the classroom.

In the back row, three hands shot up.


“Miss” all three started their questions at the same time.

“One at a time!”

“Miss,” Linda asked, “do we have to? Mice are disgusting! There was once one in my gran’s kitchen, what a relief when the exterminator came.”

With a look of horror, Tina looked at her friend, “an exterminator, oh no the poor thing!”

“Tina, you can talk about this with Lida after the class, now, what was your question?”

With a very worried look, Tina started: “Erm, do I have to? I mean mice are so cute and I’ll be feeling sorry for it during the whole class.”

“Yes you have to, no one gets to sit out this important lesson, not even if you are a vegan, and no one here is of a religion that strongly forbids you to dissect dead mice.” Miss Grand added.

“Really?” Tina pressed on, “I risk crying and how will I be greeted by Mr Snuggles when I come home from school?”

“You can always tell him you are looking into becoming a vet”.

“True!” Tina looked at her hands and bit her lips.

“And Miranda, if you want to miss out on this one, sorry it won’t work!”

Moments later the three girls were looking at their trays.

“Poor thing,” Tina said giving the dead mouse a little stroke with her index “its fur is so soft! I hope that it was very old or already sick.”

“I hope not!” Exclamined Miranda while toying with the almost naked tail, ” I really want to feed it to Snowball after the lesson, he’ll be chuffed! You know I helped him catch his first mouse when he was still a baby.”

“Oh, you two are disgusting!” that was Linda, poking her scalpel at the dead rodent. “I just hope that it wasn’t sick, I don’t want to catch any diseases.”

This post is part of my 30 to 31 challenge. Between my 30th birthday and my 31st, I will try, and give my best to write one post (from the cuff) per week (if I must this will be done on my phone).

If you feel like joining the fun for your 23 to 24 challenge or 51 to 52 or whatever your age is… then go ahead, and if you link back to my post of the week and I’ll do my best to give you a shout out. 

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