It was a great day ton be out on the dock. It was clear skies, water, and nothing, but a good day. Today though there was a festival where the passagengers were mainly all getting envolved in. The festival was being held on the ...poop deck(lol idk)?

Everyone was dancing and drinking

The party had started at 2:30pm sharp and now it was 4:30pm. Nexas was still in his room on floor A. Floor A was the closet floor to the surface of the boat than the other three floors. The top of the boat, A, B, C, and the rest of the boat which was managed so it would run. He was heavily asleep thanks to yesterday's all nighter. He didn't end up locking the door to his room when he entered it the night before tired and drunk. He was only 20, but he found a way to get by with some booze.

He lay there on top of his sheets drooling all over on of his pillow. He had been dreaming about himself still running around up top. He ended up becoming conscious for a second when a lounder than normal thumb hit the ceiling above him. "uhhhhg" jibberd Nexas before continuing to drool on his pillow yet again.