Maddie stood in the back of the room, half a bottle of Jack down her and on her third cigarette since she'd limped into the room. The compass was malfunctioning, communication was out, and they were basically lost in the Bermuda triangle.
Well fuck...
First the flu, then getting rolled and beaten by all the damned statutes and stuff in her room. She was pretty damned sure her leg wasn't broken, but her ribs and most of the rest of her was bruised.
"Pretty much," she agreed with the blond nearby.
What a pleasure cruise this was turning out to be. She took another long pull on her whiskey. "This is the part were you tell not to panic, huh Chief?" she mused loudly.