You've been flying around for two weeks trying to get a signal?
Who: Jack and Ella Where: Pool - Deck H When: Early Afternoon What: Jack resisting coffee
With a sleepy yawn and a wide stretch of his body, Jack Fortuescue finally woke up, after having arrived early in the morning and deciding a nap was in order. Peeking up over the mound of pillows and thick, cozy covers of his cloud like bed, he smacked his lips and yawned again. He was quite reluctantly slide out of bed, and only then because he caught sight of the clock and realized he'd slept six or so hours, already. In another situation he wouldn't have been so quick to sleep the start of the cruise away, but he was still exhausted from just finishing up his Master's program, and was soaking up all the sleep and food he could.
Maybe he could be a bear, that'd be fun. A quick look in the mirror, after he'd padded across his extremely cushy, literally, suite and into his bedroom, told him that he could probably fit in with the bears real well. His hair was sticking up crazily, and only obeyed his patting hand on the second pass by, but after he'd brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face, he felt that much more awake.
There were two options, at least viable ones, unless he wanted to quickly pick up a drug habit, for waking up. He could either get some coffee, and after a check of the map in his room, he even knew where to go, or he could go and do something physical and let good ol' fashioned endorphins do the job. Knowing himself as he did, and what kind of crazy shenanigans tended to happen when caffeine hit his blood stream, Jack decided the pool was the best bet.
With a grin and a speedy change from the pair of sleep pants into swim shorts, the first shirt he could reach out of one of his duffel bags, and a pair of flip flops and he was good to go. Good to go in black and yellow, those shorts were glaring.