The Short Sweet Life of Croissie

Croissie the Croissant appeared outside the veranda of our stateroom yesterday jettisoned, presumably, from an upper deck of the cruise ship. You can see the original point of impact on the right. 

From there Croissie traveled aft, coming to rest in front of our seating area.

A croissant's life for me, we thought. While people above us complained about him within earshot, mrguy and I celebrated and documented his existence. Look at Croissie's expression of joy when he arrived at Grand Cayman! Proud, proud Croissie basking in the warm breeze.

We assumed he'd journey on overnight, as travel between Grand Cayman and Jamaica was rough. But mid-morning we opened the blinds and found him resting comfortably near the ship's edge, taking in the sights of Falmouth.

I did the same, drinking tea and comparing the other ships at port to our own. A breeze enveloped me and our mutual sense of relaxation was deepening when a sound approached, then a spray of water. It was a ship employee, cleaning the outside of the ship. Without so much as asking "Is this your croissant?" he power-washed Croissie into the drink.

Farewell, Croissie. 

We will miss you.