Days 2 – Saturday – Charleston
The first day of our cruise was “at sea” and uneventful. The second day was in Charleston, SC and was the only port where we had specific plans. We had tickets for the 9:00 tour of Fort Sumter. We had taken Bud around the ship Friday. We needed an early breakfast Saturday. Bud decided to sleep in. So we gave Bud directions to breakfast and went to bed. Saturday, we got our early breakfast and headed out to the Fort Sumter visitor center. The combination of light rain, high tide, and a full moon flooded the Charleston waterfront. We had to go some blocks out of the way to bypass the floods. We made it to the shuttle boat in time. We took a very foggy boat ride out what “they” said is rhe fort. Unfortunately, while we were on the water, Bud slept in. All day. When we got back tp the ship and were ready for dinner, we woke Bud up. He had slept all of Friday night and all of Saturday.
As it turned out, while he was sleeping, we were missing our tour. The high tide had also flooded the the fort. We got a very foggy boat ride out, waited a half hour while the rangers confirmed the fort was flooded, called HQ, and got permission to send us back, and then got the boat ride back. Was it strange that it was so foggy we couldn’t confirm where the boat actually went? Did we see the outside Ft. Sumter, or was it and all as fake as the moon landing and the round Earth? Bud recovered himself for dinner. We got this picture of a Coast Guard boat escorting us out of Charleston. I’m not sure what makes Charleston so threatening. Is possible this wasn’t just an escort? I noted that just as I took this pic, the “Coast Guard” ship stopped following us. My theory is that they saw me taking a picture and knew they were “burned”. Perhaps “they” drugged Bud. And maybe “they” will pick us up and arrest us at a future port. This may be my last message to the free world.
Port Canaveral
It’s Sunday. Royal Caribbean is not offering any Sunday services. Is it possible the cruise line is an evil entity trying to entrap us? Evidence is circumstantial, and I hesitate to mention the possibility … yet … I’ll tell the story and let you decide.
This time we got Bud to breakfast and got him comfortably seated in a public area of the ship. Then we walked off onto the dock. We wanted to go the Manatee Reserve. We walked all over, running into tall fences and locked gates. There is no way out of the Port Canaveral terminal, other than to purchase a $60 round trip (for two) transport. I’m not joking. We walked all the way to the terminal exit. The only way out is a long causeway that leads directly onto I-95. We were not planning to tell anybody about *them*. We only wanted to walk to the manatee reserve. It’s just like the old paranoid distopian TV show “Escape”.
I have photographic evidence … the flood and fog … the escort boat … I wish I could transfer the evidence from mt camera to the web.
What will happen when we go to Miami? Will we be permitted to send more messages? If we don’t return, find my camera. The evidence is rhere.