When I headed back to my cabin for the night on the ferry, I had several sets of central stairs to descend to get to my level of the ship. The ship was occasionally rolling a little, but nothing more than would make me adjust my weight a little, even after a couple of beers. I seemed to be alone on the stairs for several flights above and below, but wasn't paying much attention.
Then I heard a deep thump above me and thought that somebody had dropped something heavy or taken a step more than intended. I jokingly mumbled "That's going to leave a mark!" to myself as I turned around.
On a halfway platform in the set of stairs above me, some big, young guy was sprawled on his side; evidently between the ship's motion and his BAC, he'd gone down most of the flight unexpectedly.
I don't think I spoke his language, but that's got to be the international sign that you've had enough.
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