Blue Zone, Carnival

Out beyond the frigates and freighters, cuttin' blue seas towards the equator. The lifestyle of joy and leisure, anchors up for a week long breather. Headed into the dire straits, the Atlantic chopped against the hull. The balcony overlooks what the sun quickly cooks. Carnival, Mardi Gras, 12th floor. The drink package keeps me quenched. The pirate's booty is out in a deep sea trench. R&R is the goal, as long as we don't grind up against a shoal. Even on a cruise in the deep blue sea, challenges can pop up like an iceberg for you and me.