We were just drifting, waiting to get in the line so we could wait some more. We were dead last.

“We’ll make it fun, we always do,” Captain Kip reassured the crew over dinner. Despite our third night of canned tuna and beans, we were optimistic. For one, there was beer and two, we each got to pick one miniature candy bar for dessert.

It wasn’t exactly a dreamy existence, but far far preferable to the nightmare that was to come.