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I was helping my dad welcome the guests onboard.
"Ah. I'm Marion Moseby, your cruise ship manager. Welcome aboard." said Dad, welcoming the guests.
"And I'm Aisha, his daughter. If you have any questions or concerns, then you can ask me or my dad." I said, nicely.
"Thank you." said the guests.
Dad walks over to them and they noticed his shorts.
"Oh, you can get a pair just like these on the Plaza Deck— the shorts, not the legs." said Dad, laughing at his own joke.
"Maybe dial back on the jokes, Dad." I said, politely.
"Okay, Asha."
The guests walk away.
London gets rolled in the lobby on her trunk. "Gangway! London Tipton coming through!"
His foot got run over as I heard his bones crunch from underneath the trunk.
"Ow!" said Dad, in pain.
"Wow! Bumpy seas!" said London, getting off the trunk.
"That was my foot." The employee moves London's stuff out of the way.
"Well, what was it doing under my trunk?"
"Throbbing."
"Moseby, enough of your problems. I'm on vacation! Yay me!" She claps her hands.
"Well, actually, "yay you" is on this ship to attend Seven Seas High School. While it may be on a cruise ship, London, this is not a vacation."
"Your daddy put you on this boat so that you can't jet off to Paris for lunch and miss your afternoon classes." I said, explaining it to her.
"I had afternoon classes, Asha? What's next, classes in the morning?" said London, unhappily.
"There, there, London. You know, the older I get, the more I realize you have to look adversity in the eye and say, "You don't scare me." said Dad, being very wise.
Carey and her troublemaker twins show up.
"Hey, Mr. Moseby." said the boys, greeting him.
Dad shrieks in fear.
"Moseby, you're shaking like a chihuahua," said Carey.
