#Margaritaville at Sea

[fernweh1977]

Margaritaville Cafe ☕️ 🏝️ 🚢

[kreuzfahrttester]

Nicht nur teuer, sondern auch schmutzig? Die schlechtesten Hygiene-Ergebnisse hat ein deutscher Kreuzfahrer

Die Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) der USA führen regelmäßig Inspektionen auf Kreuzfahrtschiffen durch, um die Ausbreitung von Magen-Darm-Erkrankungen, wie z.B. Noroviren, zu verhindern. Das CDC Vessel Sanitation Program (VSP) bewertet die Schiffe auf einer Skala von 0 bis 100 Punkten, wobei 86 Punkte oder mehr als zufriedenstellend gelten. Ein perfektes Ergebnis bedeutet jedoch…

[luxebeat]

Tampa Stay, Dine & Play Guide Before or After a Cruise

Tampa is one of the top U.S. cruise ports for ships sailing from Florida’s Gulf Coast to Key West, Mexico and the Caribbean. It’s a convenient port with a variety of pre-cruise and post-cruise action packed activities, dining venues and accommodations. Tampa Bay Cruise Port. Photo Jill Weinlein Cruise Lines International Association (CLIA) has released its 2024 State of the Cruise Industry report…

[rodspurethoughts]

SAVANNAH BUFFETT NAMED GODMOTHER OF MARGARITAVILLE AT SEA ISLANDER

TAMPA, Fla., May 15, 2024 /PRNewswire/ — Margaritaville at Sea has named Savannah Buffett, daughter of the late singer, songwriter, best-selling author, and sailor Jimmy Buffett, as Godmother of its newest ship, Margaritaville at Sea Islander. Debuting in June, the inaugural sailing will take place June 14 on a 4-night itinerary from Port Tampa Bay, featuring a stop in Cozumel, Mexico and two…

[prattlinpeach]

St Thomas Day 3: Boat Trip, Snorkeling, Margaritaville, Jeep, Mexican and Tequila

It’s day 3 in St Thomas for us, December 24th, Christmas Eve, and our first excursion! It’s a jammed packed day, ya ready? This was the first excursion we booked, don’t even remember the company, but we were supposed to go on the snorkel cat catamaran, but it turns out the catamaran was only going to two stops, so we opted for 3 and ended up the Breakaway. I’m wrong, just looked it up, and it’s…

[jonahmagnus]

I met god and he was playing margaritaville by the sea. He turned his face and he looked just like me. He said kid, if you run so fast your heart will beat right out of your chest and youll be no help to anyone. Come take a breather by the sea and the stars. The fire is pleasantly dying and the sun is settling down and you should be too. I laid my head next to his leg and slept in the sand. He ruffled my hair. And when I awoke it was night-time and all the stars where out and he pointed at them and said thats us, thats us out there. A thousand billion of us. You may think your life has no meaning but it touched mine and I have touched so many people and so many people have touched you. You may think the individual doesnt matter but if every individual dissappeared there would be no-one left. Smell the salt-water kid. It all means something. I feel asleep again and when I woke up it was dawn. I hugged him and I hugged him hard. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and a bag into my arms. And I walked back out the door into the morning.

[the-bar-sinister]

Cracking the Mid-Life Crisis (3960 words) by thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/1 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Found Family, Gecko Moria joins Cross Guild, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Humor, Father-Daughter Relationship, POV Perona

Summary: After Moria's punishing defeat by Luffy on Thriller Bark the warlord was discarded by the government and vanished from the world stage. When the warlord system is dissolved entirely, Perona goes on a mission to find her daddy and bring him back into the fold.

She finds him wasting away in margaritaville.

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It had taken Perona quite some time after leaving Mihawk's castle to track down the man she was looking for, but now she had arrived at Yutsu Island, a resort island in the New World unaffiliated with the World Government and run as a tourist attraction for the elite and dangerous.

The World Government was cracking down all around them, Marine ships prowling the seas…affiliated islands setting traps in their ports as ‘bounty hunters’ and ‘traders’ pressed even deeper into waters the Government had no sway in.

Perona hated it. She hate, hate, hated having to skulk around after the dissolution of the Warlord system. After her own small ship was seized (she’d have to say sorry to Hawky later), she’d slipped away from the stupid marines to hitch ride after ride on friendly and unfriendly boats alike.

But she had to do it, she had to find her adoptive father to make sure he’d survived the beating the Marines had given him during that whole dumb war two years prior.

Her heeled boots clicked against the creaking wood of the dock as she stomped her way across with her parasol open to block out the hated sun. Lucky her, the roving ‘Gamble Pirates’ who’d taken her in for the trip weren’t the type to try to bully her into staying– she could save her energy for dragging her dad back from this overly bright and sunny place. 

The resort area glittered and gleamed just a stone's throw from the harbor– a mass of handsome buildings that glittered with colorful sea glass and some of the more modern architecture on the grand line. The place, she had heard, was run by a branch family of some deposed nobles from the North Blue– potentially related to the Vinsmokes. It was one of the many rumors she'd heard while gathering information about where Moria was.

And all the information she'd gathered said that he would be here; rumors and whispers that the former warlord was wasting away on cocktail island.

She puffed out her cheeks as she walked, her little ghosties leaking out from her parasol to surround her in swirling, lazy arcs that sent tourists stumbling away from their spectral giggling in fear of just what they might do.

It’d been two years…two years without a word while she thought he was dead. If it turned out he was getting DRUNK while Mihawk held his SUPER GOOD wine over her head for TWO WHOLE YEARS…

Well. She wasn’t actually going to complain about her time with the other warlord and Zoro…but STILL.

She was peeved about it enough for her horo horo ghostie friends to be manifesting in wiggly force. Not to mention this place really WAS too bright. “Wish I had sunglasses…” 

The light on the summer island was quite bright and warm, with hardly a cloud in the sky as she made her way through the crowds and toward the resort area. Stealthily she snuck through the lobby without a glance from security who were busy at the counter due to some woman who was yelling at the clerk there.

And once through the checkpoint she was able to access all the guest areas. The private beach. The restaurant. The casino. The spa. And who knew what else. It was a disgusting lap of luxury.

“And I didn’t even have a vampire maid or a handsome butler to make me bagel sandwiches an’ cocoa.” Perona pouted as she hugged Kumachi’s plush body to her side. Mihawk’s cooking was super good, of course, and Zoro would bring her things if she needled him enough and hung off his shoulders till he did it…but the principle of the thing was important! “This place looks…”

She stared down some well to do couple as they walked towards the beach with a sound dial blasting Uta’s latest single in hand.

“Pricey. And ostentatious. Dontcha think, Kumachi?”

Kumachi didn’t answer.

Perona followed the couple out onto the beach, which was a forest of brightly colored umbrellas and towels spread out over a blanket of glittering, beautiful white sand leading down to the bright blue ocean. People of all shapes and sizes wandered around in beach wear, holding colorful drinks being doled out by bartenders under thatched roof huts.

She sniffed disdainfully as she twisted her parasol over her head, taking to floating gently along instead of walking through the unsteady sand. 

“He couldn’t possibly be at the beach…”

“Horo horo” replied one of her ghosties, to which she giggled.

“I mean, obviously right? We didn’t even have a proper beach on Thriller Bark!” she waved her hand “he’s probably somewhere like the residential graveyard or something. Do resorts have graveyards?”

“Horo.” 

Perona practically tripped over him.

Moria was lying supine over an enormous beach lounge chair under an umbrella with a pair of opaque sunglasses covering most of his unmistakable face. He had a book across his chest, and a drink in the holder of his lounge. There was a sound dial sitting in the sand next to him and a wire trailed from it to one miniature speaker in his long pointed ear.

Tripping startled her once.

His loud snore startled her again.

“GAH!!!” Perona squeaked, stomping her foot on open air. “DADDY!! You IIIIIIIDIOT!”

She drew the attention of several beach-goers, but the moment she started hearing the whispering amongst them she sent her hollows to pass through them. Whispering turned to whines and whimpers of despair as she put her hands on her hips and looked down at the sleeping Moiria.

“....” She raised her leg and delivered a swift kick to his butt. “Wake up!!!” 

The kick didn't overbalance the lounge chair, but the startled jolt that rocked through Moria's body as he yelped in response and instinctively tried to roll away did. Former warlord, book, dial, all ended up sprawled in the sand, the drink splashing on top adding insult to injury.

“O-oops.” Perona looked from side to side. People were staring, but they were nobodies anyway. Nobody who mattered saw that.

She looked down at Kumachi with a sharp frown “Kumachi!! How could you do that? How could you kick dad like that??? When we get home you’re going in the iron maiden!”

Kumachi hung in silent understanding of just what he’d done and how he’d have to atone. 

Moria was already clambering up into a sitting position, wiping the drink off his face, and pushing the offending lounge chair away. He hissed and bared his fangs, looking around.

"Who dares to disturb the slumber of the mighty— Perona?? Whoah, what are you doing here?" His menacing snarl turned immediately into a cheerful grin that really emphasized how much sand and cocktail was still stuck to his face.

Perona clasped her hands together as if she didn’t just kick him into the sand like the Vinsmokes in the “Sora and the Sand-Castle of the Beach King” storyline from the papers.

“Daddyyy!! You’re alive! I’d heard you’d died ya know!” her hollows swarmed around her as she leaned down to offer him a hand up. “Gosh, you got a cocktail all over your face!” 

He took her hand with his large claw and grinned bashfully, trying to wipe off his face as he stood. "Yeah, whoops! Guess I got a little startled somehow."

Moria carefully stood up to his towering height, carefully ducking out from under the umbrella and Perona got a better look at him.

The lanky, long limbed pirate had certainly healed from the injuries she'd heard he'd received two years ago, and the light of the summer island seemed to have darkened the glimmering pale of his complexion just a little. The old stitch-mark scars down his face from where Kaidou had nearly cut him in half didn't show up quite as intensely any more. 

His red hair had grown out– possibly the entire two years– shaggy and loose around his horns, and he looked like he'd been taking care of himself, surprisingly. The muscles on his body were defined– save for the softness around his stomach that was clearly from an overabundance of cocktails.

All that was easy for Perona to take in– since he was only wearing a pair of beach shorts with a pattern of pumpkins on them, and a pair of sandals.

“....” She crossed her arms with Kumachi hanging from them, her lips petulantly pursed as she brushed her long, and now quite expertly curled even in the difficult situation she’d been traveling in, pink hair from her shoulders.

“I can see that! You look…” she trailed off for a moment. “comfortable? Looks like you’re healing up pretty good too! They said the marines blew you to pieces!” 

Moria rubbed the back of his neck and nodded rather limply. "They sure did. But hey! I'm back in one piece, huh? Cheated death again." He grinned but really, he just looked embarrassed about it. "It's great to see you, though! You look amazing! I heard rumors you were staying with Mihawk, was that true?"

“Uh huh. One of the World Government’s superweapons slapped me across the ocean and I crashed into his castle,” Perona put her hands on her hips. "He's been real nice to me, I even made a new close friend.” She emphasized it with a wicked little grin, “it was pretty nice, but ya know what woulda been better?” 

"Uhhhh?"

She pointed towards him. “Knowing my old man was still alive, dummy!!” the hollows around her tittered and laughed. 

"I wish I could have let you know, kiddo!" he said, holding up his hands with another fanged smile. "The government's after my ass though. If they find out where I am they might send a few fleets you know? and I was worried they'd try to use you as bait to get to me."

Perona pursed her lips, cheeks puffed out and her hands on her hips as she floated a little higher. 

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! What, ya think they’re gonna do that Buddy Call thing of theirs? Or kidnap me? They couldn’t, ya know! I’ve been training with Hawky and Zor—-”

She almost let her special friend slip…one of the straw hats who’d defeated her father and their pirate gang. He wasn’t ready to know.

“Y. Zory.” 

Moria blinked slowly at her with only dim comprehension. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"How about we head up to my room, get a couple of drinks, and you can tell your ol' dad all about it."

Perona glared dubiously at him for a long moment. The nobodies were beginning to talk again. She shut them up with another round of hollows to really ruin their vacations.

“Alright. But only if I get to have sangria! Hawky wouldn’t let me make any with his wine ‘cause he was making Zor…m. Zorm go sober while he trained!”

After a moment she paused and punched her fist “SHOOT! I was calling him Zory! Not Zorm!” 

Moria blinked again.

"Who?"

Fifteen minutes later and Perona had a legitimate guest badge for the hotel and was mixing sangria in Moria's private beach-front suite with a view of the ocean.

“Geeze, papa. You’ve got a real sweet deal here. What’d ya do? Steal the manager’s shadow?” she asked as she mixed the sangria and tested it for taste. 

"I wish!" he laughed, folding himself over the bar and watching her. "You'll be disappointed, but your old man's paying the same as anybody else."

She poured more red wine into the mixture as she looked over her shoulder “with all of our treasure?” 

"Not all of it, obviously!" he sputtered. "But some, of my treasure. Yes."

“Oh!” Perona grinned at him “I mean, it seems to be going a long way, papa!” 

She looked over her shoulder at the immobile Kumachi “hey, Kumachi. D’ya want some sangria?”

He did not want sangria. He was a lame teetotaler like that.

“I hope you saved a bit of it, papa. I think we’re gonna need it.” 

Moria scratched his head, pushing his lengthened red hair back behind his horns, and gave her a curious look.

"You think? I mean, it won't get that much more expensive just to have you stay too."

Perona poured herself a glass of Sangria and turned to lean on the bar as she took a sip “not for staying here, papa! To buy our way into Mr. Hawky’s big plan! Or…I mean, I guess it’s not his big plan. He said somethin’ about…hold on..”

She stomped over to Kumachi and unbuttoned the top of his head to root around in there for a moment.

When her hand came out she brandished a flashy poster at her father with a big, ear to ear grin and a haughty “Horohorohorohoro!!! LOOK!”

The poster, she knew well, was of the Cross Guild. Captain Buggy, the newest of the former warlords before their dissolution loomed his manic smile over crossed swords– Sir Crocodile sneered from the right, Mihawk glowered from the left. 

And in each corner, another of the powerful warlords loomed. Boa Hancock with her cold glare matching the hungry serpent that curled over her shoulders in the upper right by Buggy’s overly prominent face, flanked on the other side by Doflamingo’s manic grin and the trail of strings from his fingers.

“We’re gonna join Cross Guild!” 

Moria boggled at the poster. Then he leaned in and squinted at it. Then he pulled back and boggled at it some more.

"What are all the warlords doing on that poster?" Moria demanded. "Who's the kid with the nose?"

“.....” Perona turned it around to look at it before she huffed. “who cares! I mean, if you wanna know it’s Buggy the Clown! He’s…I dunno , an old ex boyfriend of Mr. Crocodile and Mihawk’s or something. He grumbled about him once while he was drunk. They made him a warlord after you were gone, papa!”

"Aw man, maybe I should have been keeping up with the news after all," he grumbled, scratching his hair again. He gave the poster another dubious squint. "They made him a warlord? And now they've what, got some kind of extra club going?"

It was starting to sound as if somehow Moria still hadn't heard that the warlord system had been dissolved.

Perona sipped her sangria. She needed the strength. Oh, by all the powers of the dark lords and evil, did she need the strength.

After her sip she downed half the glass before dropping it on the bar and taking a deep breath….she floated up to grab him by the shoulders and practically shook him as she wailed.

“THEY DISSOLVED IT, PAPA!” 

Moria ducked under the strength of her shout, grimacing and pulling his face away. He held up his hands defensively.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah, kiddo! Simmer down! They dissolved what?"

“The whole frickin’ warlord system!!!” she chided “like, they turned on ‘em. A bunch of kings voted for it at their stupid king party and now they’re coming to kill everyone! There’s no more state-sanctioned pirates! Just pirates!” 

He stared at her. 

Suddenly, he was gripping her shoulders.

"They're doing WHAT?"

Half an hour later, they were several more pitchers of sangria in as Perona had brought her 'daddy' up to speed on current events.

“So yeah, we’re gonna need your treasure to buy into Cross Guild so I can join Hawky in this whole war against the World Government they got goin’ on!” she finished with a big smile.

He scratched his jaw thoughtfully and nodded. " You think they'd let me in? They had better let me in! I'd be pretty pissed off if they've started a former warlords club and they didn't want me in it. But…"

“I mean obviously they’ll let you in!” She huffed. “they probably want me there too! You were their buddy, right? I’m sure they’ll let you join up easy peasy!” 

"Maybe," he hemmed and hawed, and turned to lean his back on the bar, staring at his luxurious hotel suite. "But I don't know if I'm even ready to go back to being a pirate. I don't know if I'll ever be ready. I might just be retired."

“Noooo!” Perona stomped her foot. “Papa, that’s lame! Retirement’s lame! We didn’t even do our big plan at Thriller Bark! Luffy and Zor…..d…Zord and everyone else just beat us UP! We’re not done pirating at all!” 

".... wait isn't Zord that friend you were mentioning with Mihawk?" Moria blinked, having forgotten to protest the rest of it. "He was at Thriller Bark?"

“.............” Perona’s eyes widened as she looked at Kumachi for a save. Kumachi had nothing to say, being quite stuffed. “Maayyyyybe?” 

Moria grabbed the half empty pitcher of sangria and downed the rest of it in a long gulp.

Perona dropped her head into her hands. She knew…she knew this was going to turn into a big deal. She could only hope the booze would help rather than hinder her in her grand quest to explain to her father that the guy who cut his minions to ribbons was…like…

You know.

Kinda cool. 

They'd argued about it for hours. About Cross Guild. About the Straw Hats. About Moria feeling less capable now than he had ever felt before. First being destroyed by Kaidou, and then by Luffy– who was now Perona's friend by one remove.

Perona had argued with all her might, likely terrifying the neighbors in the other suites as she gesticulated wildly and sent her hollows flying here and there in her passionate pleas.

Who cared if the Straw Hats beat him up, from the news she’d heard they beat up like…everyone! And if they were friends now, through Zoro, then they’d be safe from Luffy’s violent frenzy.

Besides, it wasn’t as if they were going after the One Piece! She’d argued until she was blue in the face about it, as points flew between them.

At one point she’d accused him of holding onto a negative hollow while she was gone with how DOWN IN THE DUMPS he was about himself. 

"Perona," he said finally after a long silence between them. He rested his head on his arms, his gaze tilted toward her. "I think you're the only one who thinks I'm worth anything any more. Cross Guild would probably be happier if I just sent you back with what resources I've got left. You're young. You've got energy. you haven't been beaten by the world yet. What have I got?"

“Plenty!” Perona puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. “You've always been my hero, you know! You’re the master of shadows! You’re super strong, who cares if you lost twice? I got beat too, and I’m not worthless!” 

"Of course you're not worthless but– I don't know. I just feel like I'm not good enough. Every time I think I'm getting somewhere, I get thrown back to the start!"

It was the same thing of course, that she'd heard had happened to Mihawk. And to Crocodile. And to who knew who else among the warlords. But that was the thing– that was when they were working alone.

“You and the rest of the old idiots of Cross Guild,” Perona crossed her arms. “but you were all going it alone, weren’t you? But Cross Guild’s a bunch of you! All together, working together for something that ain’t the stupid World Government. Maybe together you can fight your way forward and NOT get thrown back to the start, huh??” 

"That's–" he blinked and sat up a little. "That's a good point. If we were actually cooperating. The problem is you never know who's about to throw you in the sea for a little gain in their own status…"

“From what Hawky was saying the whole point of Cross Guild is NOT to do that. Like…it’s named that ‘cause everyone’s on an equal level even with crossed purposes or some pretentious crap like that.” 

Moria stroked his chin. "That sounds like Mihawk. I wonder if we could really do it. If we actually teamed up against the government, we might actually be able to do something…"

Finally thinking about something other than his own self pity.

Perona internally sighed with relief as she pressed her advantage “I know, right? And everyone’s pooling their resources to do some really neat stuff! Like taking bounties out on the Marines! Striking back with the power of the people!” 

"Taking bounties on marines?" He grinned now. "That would sure be a way to put random people in the action instead of always risking your own guys…"

“Exactly!!” Perona pointed at him “and the people are happy because it gives ‘em power! And we’re happy because it’s one less Navy Bastard to deal with! And little by little we weaken the World Government!” 

"Alright. Alright! Damn it!" He slapped his hand on the bar, shaking the several empty pitchers and wine bottles. "I'll at least go and talk to them. …You know where they are, right?"

“Oh yeah they’re uh…I think they’re still on Buggy’s big clown ship or something.” Perona put her finger to her lips. “Ah well, they can’t be that hard to find right?”

He scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. "Well. We'll make it work, whatever. Hey–" 

Moria reached out a hand toward her.

Perona grinned and leapt forward to squeeze his arm just over his hand. “Yeah?” she asked, hovering as she dangled from his arm. 

He smiled a fanged smile at her, soft, despite the bristle of pointy teeth. "Thanks for coming all the way out here to find me, kiddo. And for talking me up."

“Always, papa! Someone’s gotta be your hype man, and it wasn’t gonna be fucking Hogback!” She squeezed his arm tightly in a hug, her bright eyes and ear-to-ear smile turned his way. “I wanted to look for you for two years, I just thought you’d died– so I came right away to find ya as soon as I heard the whispers.”

Moria chuckled and pulled her into a proper hug. "Guess we've proven it takes more than that to kill me, huh? Alright. Let's take just a little more vacation. I'll show you around the place and when we sober up, then we'll make some plans on getting out of here."

Perona squeezed him tightly with a squee of joy. 

“Alright! Alright! A lil’ more vacation but I’m NOT getting any sun! The sun’ll melt me away!” She grinned widely as she bobbed her head “and then it’s CROSS GUILD HERE WE COME!”

Kumachi was excited. She could tell from the way he slowly flopped over and rolled onto the ground with the weight of his overstuffed head.

"Cross Guild here we come! Maybe third time's the charm with his whole pirate gig."

He put her on his shoulders, and out they went.

Hours of exploration of the resort followed as they let their heads clear save for dreams of the future. With satisfaction, Perona got to experience the absolute bliss of a spa, and of a meal not served on the table because Hogback’s poor assistant was traumatized by plates…and also by being a kidnapped spirit who hated him.

The beautiful resort island was a paradise– but it wasn’t half as perfect as the prospect of their future as part of the powerful Cross Guild. Compared to fighting side by side with Hawky and his friends and taking the fight to the world government…how could a vacation island even hope to stack up?

It was almost depressing against the glaring light of the future ahead. 

[artificialflav]

My list of cat names I wrote while 🍃

Faulty Car Battery

Tomato Paste

Carburetor

Wireless Connection

Smart Tv

Bluetooth

Lego Brick

Floss

Gas Siphon

Funnel

Sea Urchin

Italian Seasoning

Fungus

Mold

Freezer Burn

Tacky Glue

Glitter Glue

Blue Cheese

Buffalo Wing

Chapstick

Head and Shoulders

Gel Pen

Dryer Lint

Dandelion Fluff

Milkweed

Flip Phone

Eggshells

Breakfast burrito

Bus Ticket

Clogged Toilet

Scrap Fabric

Vinyl

Car Radio

Turbulence

Airport Security

Bag of Peanuts

Pair of Socks

Bug Bites

Suet Cake

Mealworm

Penny Farthing

Isopod

Margaritaville

Quarter Pounder with Cheese

50 dollars

Dust Collector

Paper Weight

Stapler

Office Chair

Office supplies

Postage Stamp

Post-it Note

Postcard

Gift Shop Keychain

5 Cents

Wrinkled Dollar Bill

Laundromat

Dish Soap

Mattress Store

Money laundering

Forgery

Finger Prints

Bourgeoisie

Corrupt politician

Bribery

Corn kernel

Corroded battery

I AM STOPING MYSELF HERE OR I WONT STOP TOO MANY GOOD IDEAS!

Anyways hope you enjoyed these.

[kreuzfahrttester]

Waffe an Bord geschmuggelt: Kreuzfahrtschiff im Palm Beach Hafen im Fokus

Waffe an Bord – Ein beunruhigender Sicherheitsvorfall gab es in dem Hafen von Palm Beach. Eine Passagierin schmuggelte eine geladene 9-mm-Kanone an Bord des Kreuzfahrtschiffes Margaritaville at Sea. Der Vorfall, der letzten Monat aufgedeckt wurde und erst jetzt bekannt wurde, wirft ernsthafte Fragen zu den Sicherheitsprotokollen auf. Die Frau, später als “instabil” bezeichnet, behielt während…

[luxebeat]

Life Is Good On The Margaritaville at Sea Islander

Jimmy Buffett once said, “Shells sink, dreams float. Life’s good on our boat.” The newly designed Margaritaville at Sea Islander is one of the best vacation values at sea. She set sail June 11 -13 for a preview cruise, before her inaugural four-night voyage departing from Port Tampa Bay to Cozumel, Mexico. Welcome to Islander Time. Fins Up!  Flip-Flop art throughout the MargaritavilleatSea…

[underworld-park-offical]

*Runs over and tugs arm*

Chicken sandwich-

*Gremlin runs away*

yay!!! safe food!!! i love chicken sandwhiches, I had one when I went to the Virgin Islands last summer and I think it changed me forever. Now when I go to a place that sells chicken product I aim for the chicken sandwich and I become a youtube food critic and rate them, lemme give you the score. Pls don't come after me btw these are just my opinion, feel free to share yours!

Sun and Sea bar and grill (The first one I ever had, its a sandwich with crispy marinated chicken that's marinated in pickle juice, then fried with cheddar cheese on top and pickles on the bottom and MAN that was a heavenly experience) (I knew it was pickle juice because my dad and I recreated it and we got it right first try)

2.Popeyes (It was a similar thing to what I ordered above and my GOD they make their chicken right. Absolutely delicious)

3. Wendys (Geniuenly really good! Tho they messed it up once and I haven't recovered)

4. Doo-Wop Diner (Another board walk location. They didn't have my usual safe food there HOWEVER my mom suggested it once and I've been asking to go there ever since!)

5. Chickfila (Peanut oil makes chicken really good man...)

6. Boardwalk (I dont remember the place but we went to a sit down restaurant on the boardwalk and my GOD was that chicken delicious. The sandwich fell apart but it was SOOOOOO WORTH IT)

7. Applebees (I had it at a friends birthday dinner and DUDE really good! It is better if you eat in though cuz delivery makes it soggy somehow)

8. Hollywood diner (They used to have nachos which was my go to everytime I went, but now they don't so I got their chicken sandwich. Really tasty! Just have to order the sauce on the side)

9. Harrison House (We ordered this through a loophole, which I was kinda like 'ayo? you can do that?' Chicken was kinda dry but it was still REALLY FREAKIN GOOD)

10. Burger King (I didn't even know burger king had a chicken sandwich! So I was kinda excited... until I ate it. I ate the whole thing, but I wouldn't actively search for it again)

11. Margaritaville (To start, I wasn't sure what to expect when I got my safe food at a new place, but I realized it was grilled chicken. Again, ate the whole thing, but I wouldn't have it again. They had BOMB ASS chilli nachos tho made with BEER CHEESE. GOD THAT WAS SO HUYDGUIYDGHD I LOVE NACHOS MAN)

feel free to leave your chicken sandwhich/general food opinions in the comments

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“Where it all ends, I can’t fathom, my friends. If I knew I might drop my anchor.“ -- Jimmy Buffett.

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Jimmy Buffett wrote music, sang and talked about changes in latitude changes in attitude. I suspect many of us played "Margaritaville" and walked around humming or singing it while dreaming of the beach or, even better, when headed on a road trip to a sandy destination, even if we couldn't afford a motel room (for me, it was Grayton Beach, where you could pitch a tent in the state park, right by the ocean).

Lives change and end but, come to think of it, the sea and sand go on and on... and Jimmy Buffett's music (which included much more, of course, than "Margaritavile") will, too.

Bottom line: Jimmy Buffett's latitude is now set for somewhere else in the cosmos. I like to think his attitude is shining on as he sails the celestial seas, maybe dropping his anchor long enough to sing a new song.

[Sherry Baker]

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

As someone who only knows a couple songs, can you recommend some jimmy buffett songs that get missed a lot? I like margaritaville and come monday and it’s 5oclock somewhere but other than that I don’t know a lot

My mom and I made a playlist of our favorites back when he passed last year:

Spotify Link

But in no particular order my favorites are:

Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On

Tin Cup Chalice ("I wanna be there/ Wanna go back down and and get high by the sea there/ With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine")

Little Miss Magic (which was written for his daughter Savannah)

Bubbles Up (which actually came out last year)

Cowboy in the Jungle ("24 hours, maybe 60 good years, it's really not that long a stay")

He Went to Paris

Trip Around the Sun ft. Martina McBride

I Have Found Me a Home

Tonight I Just Need My Guitar ("Don't need to feel important or famous/ No limos or my little Nash car, one lucky man/ With my feet in the sand/ Tonight I just need my guitar")

A Pirate Looks at Forty

Coast of Carolina ("And the walls that won't come down, we can decorate or climb/ Or find some way to get around, 'cause I'm still on your side/From the bottom of my heart")

Son of a Son of a Sailor

One Particular Harbor

That's What Living is to Me

Live Like it's Your Last Day

I could keep going, like Come Monday is certainly up there as well but you named that. I also went with more 'serious' songs since my initial point was to expand beyond the 'party' songs. But I'm of the opinion that his best songs are a bit of a mix, the vibe that he's relaxing and hanging out because that's what brings him peace, and peace is all he's really searching for.

[uncle-mojave]

What do you think they're gonna do with Jimmy Buffett's sea planes?

The original is at the Margaritaville in Miami. The others probably auction em off

[usagoodnews]

Jimmy Buffett’s(76) demise remains a mystery

Intro

On the fateful day of September 1, 2023, the world bid adieu to the enigmatic maestro, Jimmy Buffett, often hailed as the “Mayor of Margaritaville.” At the age of 76, he left this mortal realm, leaving behind an unresolved mystery surrounding the exact cause of his demise.

To countless admirers, Buffett represented not merely a singer-songwriter but a symbol of an unhurried and jovial existence. His melodic compositions extolled the pleasures of idyllic tropical paradises and the art of island dwelling, etching an indelible impression on the tapestry of popular culture.

Buffett’s Transcendent Odyssey in Music

Emerging initially as a country artist in the heart of Nashville, Buffett embarked on a transformative journey when he set anchor in Key West, Florida, in the year 1972. This relocation would profoundly mold his musical oeuvre. It was in 1977 that “Margaritaville” graced the world’s ears, a composition not only etching his name into the annals of musical history but also metamorphosing him into a symbol of beachfront escapism.

Throughout his illustrious career, Buffett succeeded in selling an astonishing 20 million albums, solidifying his standing as a veritable legend in the realm of music.

Jimmy is a versatile person

Beyond the realm of music, Buffett ventured into multifarious domains, evincing his prowess as an author par excellence, achieving the stature of a best-selling wordsmith. Furthermore, he exhibited acumen as an astute entrepreneur. His entrepreneurial endeavors encompassed the establishment of two dining establishments: the Margaritaville Cafe and Cheeseburger in Paradise. Moreover, in the year 1985, the inaugural Margaritaville retail emporium made its debut in Key West, embellishing its cap with yet another laurel.

Jimmy Buffett’s death Confirmation

The somber confirmation of his demise emanated via a heartfelt pronouncement on his official online domicile, elucidating, “Jimmy departed serenely during the night of September 1st, enveloped in the loving embrace of his family…”. A world devoid of Buffett’s melodious effusions seemed perceptibly dimmer.

A Legacy Never-Ending

In the wake of his passing, a torrential outpouring of affection and tributes surged forth from devotees across the globe. Buffett’s music transcended being mere harmonies; it embodied an unbridled spirit, effusing the essence of sunlit shores and carefree existence. Although he may no longer grace us with his presence, the legacy he bequeathed shall perpetually kindle the flames of inspiration in the hearts of generations to come.

The Enigma Enshrouding the Demise

Jimmy Buffett Songs

Jimmy Buffett is known for his tropical and laid-back style of music, often referred to as “Gulf and Western” or “Trop Rock.” He has a vast catalog of songs, but here are some of his most popular and iconic ones:

“Margaritaville” – Perhaps his most famous song, it’s an anthem for those looking to escape their troubles and relax in a tropical paradise.

“Cheeseburger in Paradise” – A catchy tune about the simple pleasures in life, like a good cheeseburger.

“Come Monday” – A love song with a relaxed, beachy vibe.

“Fins” – This song often gets the audience involved in a fin-waving dance during live performances.

“Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes” – Reflects on the idea of change and adapting to new environments.

“A Pirate Looks at Forty” – A contemplative song that combines Buffett’s love for the sea and a sense of getting older.

“Volcano” – A fun song about the potential eruption of a volcano in the Caribbean.

“Son of a Son of a Sailor” – An autobiographical song that captures Buffett’s love for the sea and adventure.

“One Particular Harbour” – Celebrates the idea of finding that one special place to escape to.

“Boat Drinks” – About the escapism of being on a boat with friends and drinks.

“Pencil Thin Mustache” – A nostalgic song reminiscing about the 1950s.

“Why Don’t We Get Drunk (and Screw)” – A humorous and somewhat risqué song about letting loose.

“Southern Cross” – A cover of the Crosby, Stills & Nash classic with Buffett’s own tropical twist.

“Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit” – A song that captures the essence of the beach and relaxation.

“Fruitcakes” – A lighthearted and quirky song about eccentric characters.

These are just a selection of Jimmy Buffett’s songs, and he has released numerous albums throughout his career, each with its own set of tropical and beach-inspired tunes. His music often transports listeners to a carefree and sunny state of mind.

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Conclusion

The world has lost a luminary in the form of Jimmy. As we commemorate his memory, let us not merely mourn his departure but celebrate a life lived in its entirety—a life that imparted joy to myriad souls and a legacy that shall resonate eternally through the sands of time.

FAQ

Q.1- Jimmy Buffett’s net worth?

Ans:- According to 2023 data, his net worth is around $1 billion.

Q.2- jimmy buffett wife?

Ans:- He was first married to Margie Washiek but after divorcing her, he married Slagsvoll in 1977.

Q.3- How old was Jimmy Buffett?

Ans:- He was 76 years old