With Barb’s crucifixion just days and we still don’t know who will flank her on their crosses, the newest attraction at Scandals Resort, the Amistad, is boarding ‘slaves’ for the month-long cruise to the Isle of Lesbos that the title of both the island and ship have passed to Tree since the unfortunate early demise of Dark Princess after she hanged from a noose. Both the ship and the isle are operated by Wragg Entertainment Enterprises and think of them as the equivalence of Windjammer Cruises and Bora-Bora with a… um… bit less comfortable but far more adventure.
Boarding begins this evening with the ceremonious enslavement marked by women being bound in irons andBROUGHT TO THEIR CABINS being chained in the slave galley.
The open iron grates above them let blistering Caribbean sun into the hold by day (and the crew a place to relieve them without polluting the sea) and even the cool night air does not filter down to where the women are chained.
Some of the women willingly signed up even after reading the fine print. A month away from thousands of e-mails, texts, and tweets and at least a crisis a day could only be better than their corporate life. Others did it as a gift to their husband, wife, or significate other. Others just didn’t read the fine print.
They recline in the slave galley with irons binding their wrists behind their backs and the coffle chain joining their ankles anchored to the galley’s hold. One of the women that are still not sure why she is there asks “What happens if the boat sinks?”
“What do you mean?” one who signed up knowing what she was in for asks.
“What happens if the fucking boat sinks? We can’t escape!”
“I guess we drown” she says.
Tree
Boarding begins this evening with the ceremonious enslavement marked by women being bound in irons and
The open iron grates above them let blistering Caribbean sun into the hold by day (and the crew a place to relieve them without polluting the sea) and even the cool night air does not filter down to where the women are chained.
Some of the women willingly signed up even after reading the fine print. A month away from thousands of e-mails, texts, and tweets and at least a crisis a day could only be better than their corporate life. Others did it as a gift to their husband, wife, or significate other. Others just didn’t read the fine print.
They recline in the slave galley with irons binding their wrists behind their backs and the coffle chain joining their ankles anchored to the galley’s hold. One of the women that are still not sure why she is there asks “What happens if the boat sinks?”
“What do you mean?” one who signed up knowing what she was in for asks.
“What happens if the fucking boat sinks? We can’t escape!”
“I guess we drown” she says.
Tree
