Well, if this wasn't just the greatest way to start off a cruise.

He'd saved up enough money for a vacation in the States to get some well-deserved time off away from his dreary day job, but this wasn't part of the packaged he had signed up for. It almost beat the time he was stuck at that one pub in Belfast. Almost.

Callahan had taken his cue to run like hell when the bartender on deck had stopped offering him drinks and ran at him instead with a broken wine glass. Deciding he would rather not deal with that loony, he backed away from the counter,  only to realize the rest of the customers had adopted the strange aggression and began assaulting each other. If this was some strange virus which broke out on the ship, he was glad he had just recently gotten vaccinated. Dodging under an outstretched arm, the Irishman bolted for the stairs, hoping to find more sane people below decks.

He decided, if he got back to Ireland alive, his physician would get quite a generous tip.

Making his way down the floors and seeing nothing but fallen bodies, he desperately continued to search for signs of normal life, but his efforts had so far turned up in vain. Stopping at the 7th floor to catch his breath, he looked around, observing nothing too peculiar on this floor so far.

"Can someone tell me what in the bloody seven hells is going on?"