Oranjestad, Aruba 12.519°N

Our first clue should have been the empty pier. Though our ship loomed high along the dock, no pedestrians milled about. The ship's decks were full of passengers waving to Dean and I, the only two people sauntering to the ship. I glanced at my watch. Five minutes to four o'clock. We had time. The ship wasn't leaving until 4:30.
Ahead, sailors were waiting to cast off the lines, while others were already pulling up the ramp that lead to the gangway. Holy crap. I glanced at my watch again. Was it running slow? Dean was lagging behind, walking tenderly on a blistered toe.
Then I saw the ship's officer, leaning out a window, flailing his arm with some urgency, signalling us to 'get a move on.'
As soon as we stepped onto the gangplank, the last knot was untied and the captain announced that the last stragglers had finally graced the ship with their presence and we were leaving immediately. In the time it took the elevator to drop us off on the Lido deck to join the other passengers, the ship's thrusters already had us off the dock and on our way.
Turns out, a weather system was heading in our direction and the captain wanted to get in front of it, so he wasted no time leaving the harbour once all passengers were aboard.