- Oct 13, 2019
Eggnog Nogging on Kevin's Door
The cloying smell of heavy bunker oil pervaded the air as the Quartermaster pulled back the weighty steel passenger door in the side of the cruise ship. Wisps of violet grey dawn light chinked in through the steadily widening maw, bringing with them an already overbearing blanket of stifling humidity as Miami yawned and stretched awake across a limpid velour Biscayne Bay. It had been a tragically short night of rest for the chief photographer who, along with most of the crew