Captain: Them sonsabitches. Here we are stuck for over a month now, and nobody will pay the bill to get us out.
First Mate: The Greeks who own this tub got plenty of money. And we can’t even get decent food.
Cook: We pay top dollar and get crap like pickled beans wrapped in some kind of baked-over tortilla. I deal with a dude who has a supply boat and gets us drinking water and sometimes fruit. It’s whatever he has. No menus out here. And we got 20 people to feed. Oman sometimes runs a resupply service out here, and it ain’t cheap.
First Mate: A couple of our compadres are getting through, two ships at least that I heard of. Who knows what they had to pay.
Captain: We hear about the threats to assassinate Trump. I can relate to that. After all, the US and Israel bombed and killed Ali Khamenei’s father and whole family. The peacemakers.
Second Mate: We are just pawns in these political games. I want to go home.
Cook: You ain’t goin’ home, Charlie, maybe for a long time.