<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/g7gXA0P.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Randi Lynn Warner<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Waitress<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>08/01/17  |  Late afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Returning to the ship after a snorkeling excursion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Purple Boyshort bottoms and a gray, off the shoulder, loose fitting top<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Andres Oliveira<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><em>"Yes, I agree completely, Randi Lynn.  You should definitely take advantage of me."</em><br/><br/>She laughed and shook her head.  “You're not being taking advantage of when you're more than willing, Teach!”  She wondered what Andres would think about her if he actually knew the truth of her situation.  That it had been a long dry spell for the Texas girl as far as getting any action in the romance department.  Three and half years to be exact.  But she wasn't willing to share that little tidbit of information with him (not just yet, anyway).<br/><br/>“Unfortunately, no.  I don't speak any other language, just English. And sometimes I don’t speak that very well.  But it would be cool to know another language fluently.  Like French.  You know..."The language of love.”  She waggled her brows over at him in a very unsophisticated way, cracking herself up.<br/><br/>She short boat ride out to the cove was relaxing in and of itself.  They spotted a couple of fishermen along the way, and waved hello to each of them.<br/><br/>Having donned the the appropriate gear, Randi Lynn and Teach dove right on in.  The water was perfect for snorkeling:  crystal clear, the visibility damn near perfect.  He took pictures of her under the water, in one, she gave him the Texas "hookem horns" sign, and in another she crossed her eyes.  So<em>classy</em>!  Andres had a selfie stick which enabled them to shoot a few pics of them together.  After an hour or so, they were both tired and climbed back up onto the boat and got ready to head back to the<em> Mother</em>ship.<br/><br/>She sipped on a cold beer while they sat together looking through some of the pics.<br/><br/><em>"You know, usually the ship charges extra for these, but I'll give you a nice Portuguese-speaking employee discount.  You just have to pass the test.  So repeat after me.  <strong>Me beije</strong>”.</em><br/><br/>She crinkled her nose up at him at first.  “Say<em>what?</em>I can’t speak Portuguese.  I told you I can barely speak English.   Or should I say “Texan”!”  He didn’t flinch or try to back down.  He was seriously waiting on her to speak Portuguese back to him.<br/><br/><em>“Like this.  <strong>'Me bay jee.'</strong>  You can also say 'bay jeh me.'"</em><br/><br/>She chuckled a little before finally attempting the phrase, trying her best to mimic the sounds he had made, but only slower.<br/><br/>“Meeee baayy jeeeee”.<br/><br/>