For decades, my father refused every suggestion that he take a cruise. Then, for his 78th birthday, he not only agreed to go but insisted on choosing the ship himself. I didn’t understand why until someone recognized the tattoo he’d been hiding since before I was born.
The cruise was my gift to Dad for his 78th birthday.
He had always loved the ocean.
That was the strange part.
For as long as I could remember, Dad could sit beside the water for hours.
He knew ship names, old routes, harbor trivia, and random facts about engines that nobody had asked for.
But he had never taken a cruise.
He always seemed disinterested in one.
Whenever I suggested it, he found an excuse.
“Too crowded.”
“Too expensive.”
“I’d rather see the coast from land.”
Then, when I told him I wanted to buy us a cruise for his birthday, he surprised me.
“I’ll go. I’m getting old. Maybe it’s time I experience one,” he said.
I was surprised that he said yes.
“Seriously?”
He nodded.
“But I pick the cruise line.”
“Okay, deal.”
I was excited that he had agreed; I didn’t even mind if he chose a cruise I wouldn’t like.
He chose an older company that had been operating under different names for decades.
The current ships were modern, but they leaned heavily into their history.
They had brass railings, dark wood, and old photographs in the corridors.
They had displays about earlier liners that had sailed similar routes.
Dad studied the website for days.
I thought he was just excited.
By our third afternoon aboard, I started wondering if there was more to it.
I found him near a crew-only stairwell on a lower passenger deck.
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