He said "It’s Mohammed" He then added "It used to be Oliver but now it’s fucking Mohammed!"
Snickering I said "Well if I had a choice between Mohammed and Oliver I'd pick Mohammed any day."
Annoyed that I didn't take his lets-hate-all-Arabs bait he bellowed "Well MY NAME is Oliver!"
I finished my beer and said "And that proves my point." Saying farewell to Byron and Jill the soon-to-be coconut milk and rum addict, I returned to the ship. It was 10:00 a.m.
Beautiful Junkanoo Beach was just a stone's throw from the cruise ship yet more people seemed content to look at it from the pool deck on the Norwegian Sky than to walk a few hundred meters to it and explore it on their own