We got into port where the ship will be until we head back out on Friday morning. We docked at a port authority where there was about a mile to walk to get to the gate that let you out onto the main thoroughfare. One of the deck crew and I trudged along with the idea that we didn't want to party in this port but wanted to get home. We were going to take a cab to the airport where we would get a rental car and drive the 2.5 hours to get home. This part of town wasn't exactly where lots of taxis went though as it was a rough area with a lot of strip clubs and convenience stores with bars on the windows.
Just as we got to the gate, one of the electronics technicians who had literally missed the boat in Miami drove up. He had been out partying the night before, was still drunk the next morning, and didn't wake up to the alarm. He never made it to the ship in time. Anyway, he offered to give us a ride to the airport. We were grateful to say the least.
Luckily, there were cars to be rented at that late hour, so we got one and headed home. I walked in the door just a few minutes before midnight. I guess that the HP was looking over us because we made it out of that other port to the home port. I'm grateful for that.