Jerry waits to return a shot as he and I try out the ship's tennis court early in the morning. Outside the netting that encases the court, a jogger hits the jogging track on the outside of the ship.

The tennis court is made of some space-age polymer that, while wet, was not the least bit slippery. Traction was better than on a regular tennis court. This court is on one of the highest decks at the front of the ship.

—photo from Jerry