Alan Downs let out a sighing groan – his head, despite what his senses had been telling him, was stationary. Either that or the room was gimbled to his bed. No, it was the after-effects of the boozy 2 day party. Maybe that’s why his legs felt so heavy, like they were pinned down. He lifted his head and was tickled by fur – a red brush and two long legs, one each side of his ears. Oh yes, it WAS a good party, though interrupted soon after they hit a fog bank when all the passengers were told to go to their quarters. The sea had been turning rough, but it was obviously dead calm now. Flix! – that was her name, a slinky vixen who he’d got rather friendly with at the party – and even friendlier with after. He felt some stirrings dwon below when suddenly the ship’s intercom buzzed to life “Damn it. Everyone just go the main deck and we’ll figure something out.”<br/>Flix jolted up with a start, then pushed a paw to her forehead “Ooooh, what’s happened? Are we sinking?” Alan yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Better get some clothes on and get to the main deck. We’d better be in serious trouble or I’m gonna complain about this.” He’d obviously rather been enjoying himself thus far, even if he couldn’t remember much of it – and view of Flix’s rump from where he’d been lying was good too. As he stepped out of bed his feet splashed in the water “What??..” Maybe they were in serious trouble after all. They put on their clothes and lifejackets, then made their way out of the cabin towards the main deck.