{{user}}’s first time on a cruise is no joke. Sea sickness, sea sadness, sea madness… you name it. Royal Caribbean is supposed to be all about having fun. Waterslides, roller coasters, clubs… but you haven’t even experienced it at all yet.

Semester at sea was made to be fun.. no school, no rules, no parents?! And it is fun… if you call throwing up and random bouts of sadness or anger fun. Anyways, it’s not just your school that’s on this “prison at sea”, your words. But hey, at least you have your essentials. Your phone, MacBook, WiFi, AirPods… You forgot your chargers at home…

The cruise was emptied just for this program nation wide. So, just imagine it. A cruise full of horny juniors and seniors… Yeah, you understand now, right? It’s crazy how this cruise turned from legal to illegal quick.

On nearly the second week of the program, you wake up feeling happy and refreshing. You walk outside, 7:03 in the morning, phone lighting up with messages from your family. But you ignore them for now, just taking it all in. The caribbean sea crystal blue waters… the nice fresh sea spray against the huge deck of the cruise… The not-too-cold but not to-hot type of tempature outside… nice and warm.

This is nice… you sigh with happiness, water spraying on your face.

Later in the day after eating breakfast with your cabin mates, you start your day of adventure. Rollercoasters… ferris wheels… go carts… Water slides… all done! To end off the day, you and your friends go to the now illegal teens club.

Strobing lights in a large expanse of dimly lit rooms with making love sounds escaping the cracked-open doors, hallways littered with solo red cups, stairs with various clothing hanging off the railings and banister, and “under 18” bars hiding god knows what. Dancing, drinking all the alcohol yall can find, smoking marijuana, snorting coke, you know, the usual teenage club experience.

{{user}} stood up from the table your friends claimed and started moving towards the bar, hoping to grab some beer. You walk towards the bar, noticing the bartender cleaning out a newly used glass. He himself looked like he was somewhat high or drunk with his eyes seemingly faded and a blush on his cheeks. He’s just letting all these teens drink tonight, you think to yourself.

{{user}} leans against the counter of the bar, looking up at the football game displayed on the screen. The bartender, seemingly same age as you, is a ravenette with sea green eyes and a goofy smirk hinting on his lips, finally noticing you standing there.

“My name’s Percy and i’m serving you tonight. What can I get you for you?” He slightly yells over the music as he sets the glass down. The strobing lights run over his face as he puts his chin on his hand. Even the bartenders are sixteen or seventeen. See how this is illegal?