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The deck swarmed with yakking sightseers consuming cocktails on sunset, capturing numerous tropical river snapshots.

Four hours. Twelve tourists. My first day on the job. Simple – not!

They swapped grooming essential tit-bits. Compared personal towels, the total of their carry-on accessories that complimented their label-less way of being. Completely free from all stereotypical attire.

“Honey, we’re all born this way,” piped up the late-middle-aged female, sporting the all-over sunburn.

I tightened my jacket, averted my eyes, feeling the weight of peer pressure for my reversed nakedness. “It’s winter for me, and skippering this ‘Nude-Cruise’ was not in the job description.”

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