I could have murdered Morton last
night. Especially as he was rolling on the deck in a fit of uncontrolled laughter. Just because I’d leapt out of my bunk when a huge spider dangled from the rafters woke me with its furry tickle.
How was I to know it was fake?
Just because I’d come away from
that prehistoric island with a jumbo case of arachnophobia a few years ago, I guess he’d thought I was easy prey
and just couldn’t resist.
It had been hard enough getting him
to call me Lee. But now apparently he was making up for that lapse by scaring me silly.
It took Nelson’s firm hand to literally pull him up off the
deck, and out of my cabin forestalling any retaliatory action on my part. I got
the last laugh though, for while I quickly showered and changed into a new pair of pj’s, he
was stuck in Sick Bay being treated for apnea. (He was laughing so hard, he couldn’t breathe)
I was furious to say the least. Not
only had Harry and I, with our guests Carol Denning and her father, but minus Jason Kemp who was eaten by a dinosaur, managed
to escape with our lives from live dinosaurs, an active volcano, and very hungry cannibals, now Chip had to rub it in
that I’d run into a little trouble with a giant spider following of all things, a native girl who'd had eyes not
for me but for Kemp.
When I'd emerged from the head, Nelson
was at my desk with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I noticed it was from his ‘reserve’ collection, but he
was pouring it out liberally and simply grinned at me.
It was difficult to stay angry at
Chip's joke. In minutes we were both laughing almost as hard as he'd been.
It was good to put the real life experience on the island behind us.