An early morning start, getting ready for our nine hour drive down to Port Canaveral.
The Sovereign of the Seas, the ship we stayed on for five days.
At the muster station, the place where we would go in case of a Titanic type event. Here, me and my brother-in-law, David, suit up in our life preservers.
Ellen and her sister, Anne, weren't too nervous about the activity.
We went deep-sea fishing in the Bahamas. Here, I'm proudly holding up the first catch of the day; a yellow-tailed snapper.
David caught the next fish, a fiesty barracuda.
Ellen's mother won the "Most Photogenic Catch" award.
Anne pulls in a shark (actually, it was another snapper).
Ellen's father shows off his catch, sure to feed many Bahamian families.
Ellen happily pulled in another snapper.
Before the fishing trip was over, Ellen taught the first-mate of the deep-sea fishing boat a favorite Kindergarten song, "Waddiliacha".
Our room steward would leave us with an animal that was assembled out of towels (and our misplaced sunglasses). Here, a monkey hangs from the ceiling.
On board the ship is a rock climbing wall which we conquered a few times.
David puts his best foot forward.
I've heard that the view from the top is really great--unfortunately, I was too tired too look around when I finally got up there.
One night during dinner is "formal night", where we all dress up and eat--a lot.
Here are all the ladies, waiting for one of the evening shows.