A three month training-course for the MS Grand Roqual was set up so that its staff, Sky and Harlan included obviously, would be able to successfully navigate the ship with ease.  Of course then the ship was vacant.  Not a single person that didn't recognize them after the introduction at the AquaTheater.  Now the ship was alive with so many different people!  Tall people, short people, fat people, rich people, stinkin'-rich people, etc.  It wasn't anything the two weren't used to.

Harlan showed his lack of amusement all over his face, ``Wanna just go and put extra oil in the stove so that we scare the shit outta Miss Martin down in the kitchen?" Harlan asked, raising a brow towards Sky who was to his right. ``Nah, she'd know its us at this point," he resolved.  Harlan was carrying a massive, expensive-looking plate of glass champagne glasses, each filled half-way with the sparkling, bubbly liquid.  Each cup might have cost at least 20 USD.  Their job right now was to cater to the rich folks, and their families who had already been escorted privately onto the ship.  Sky pushed a small trolly filled with other beverages for the children and elderly.

``God, this is already solame!" Harlan continued to complain, raising his voice to somewhat of a loud whisper. ``Shh. . . c'mon Harlan, you don't want us to get booted before we even leave port," the rational twin said.  In trying to pacify his brother though, he softly tapped the front of his small trolly against a guest. The two of them gasped in unison.  There was a moments pause before Sky went on damage control. ``Ah!  I'm sorry sorry miss!"  He exclaimed before snatching a glass of bubbly wine from his brother's tray.

``Please forgive us miss, would you like to sample a glass of the Grand Roqual's premium champagne?" They said in perfect unison, almost as if they had rehearsed this very interaction.  Sky, the twin with a small tuft of blonde in his hair, was blushing despite wearing a very inviting grin like his brother.  Harlan hoped that the gu-

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