Buried Treasure

Castaway Cay, Bahamas

Guest Services had our camera, safe and sound. It was a relief knowing there are no pirates aboard the Disney Wonder. It put an end to the Gal boys’ detective work, but I felt better knowing we weren’t sailing with petty criminals.

First Born Prince, always a gentleman, has been trying to work in a few highlights for mom on the voyage. It started when he saw all the trays of fruity drinks going around the beach.

“Why don’t you order a Bahama Mama?”

“Thanks, honey, I’ll wait until we are back on the ship.” I might fall asleep on the job.

Then later, as we were riding the elevator back to our stateroom, he spied an ad for the spa and asked, “Aren’t you going to get a massage? I can watch Sam.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I am sure I can get an appointment if I want one.” I’m saving my escape for when I can't take one more second of Mickey’s Splash Zone and feel like blowing my brains out or the alcohol doesn't numb me anymore from the effects of Goofy’s Galley.

He isn’t satisfied, wanting me to feel the excitement and magic they do.

“How about we go dancing after dinner tonight?” He knows I love live music.

“Sure, that would be great.” This is why humans in 21st century America reproduce.

“Be sure to wear closed-toe shoes!” He winks at me.

“Okay.” I have officially gotten my money’s worth.