Sharky grins as he fiddles the bracelet onto his wrist, pretty confident that this is the coolest thing he's gotten so far. It's admittedly a short list and it's mostly populated with Tommy Bahama shirts, but still! It's pretty cool.

"Jeff? I'm Sharky. Good to meet ya." He grabs a marshmallow for himself, although he just sorta picks it apart to eat the edges. "I got here a little after the last one, which I guess was like, Battle Royale or something? But the sign-up said this one was gonna be way less stressful, so..." So he signed up. Not at all because he feels certain the price of this cruise is blood, and if he didn't sign up then there would be serious consequences. Obviously not. That would be, like, crazy talk.

"I definitely am not gonna complain too much about being able to just, like, kick it around a fire. That is solidly my jam. I could do with a fucking beer, but..." But what can you do? He obviously should've asked, so that's on him.