Jurgen arrived in Paris 2 hours later in a state of confusion.  Apparently the watch was having the thyme of its life.  He had no idea where his tuxedo was.  Now he was wearing a bow tie with the Hawaiian shirt.

Then he heard a collective WHOA…. the boat pitch to the left…another WHOA… the boat pitched to the right.  He went topside to take a look.

On opposite sides of the main deck were two lines of Russian sailors linked arm in arm.  Trish was being tossed from one side to the other.

“Red Rover, Red Rover sends Trish right over!”  The sailors all chanted.  Trish ran (as straight as she could) and threw herself in the arms of the sailors.  Another collective WHOA!  Rose up from the lines.  Since she was unable to break through the line, the sailors all slammed a shot of vodka.

Trish tried to focus on the strange test pattern that had formed in front of her.  Then she noticed the test pattern was Hawaiian.  Or at least the shirt was.  The man wearing it was definitely German.  “Jurshen!  There you are!” she hiccupped.  “Thank you for the best present ever!”  She waved at the sailors.  “I really missed my…my....whatsycallit…”

“You’re entourage?” He offered.

“Yes!  My anchorage. Thank you.  You…Jurshen… are the best!”  She made an attempt to kiss him, but before she could the boat pitched to the left.  She stumbled backwards and a burly sailor hoisted her up in the air and began bellowing. “Red Rover! Red Rover! Sends Trish right over!”***

 A bottle of vodka hit his foot.  He stared at the Czar on the label. "Looks like its you and me my friend." He picked up the bottle and finished the contents.

He had no idea where he was going this thyme...

***The author was unable to located a picture
of Russian Sailors playing Red Rover while
hoisting a woman in a red dress above
their heads.  A picture of assorted
Russian vodkas will have to do