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Pallavi Sharma

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Posted On: October 19th 2026, 02:01 pm
🚢✨ DREAMING OF WORKING ON A CRUISE SHIP? THIS IS FOR YOU! 🌍

Not sure which department to apply for onboard? 🤔

From 🍽️ Food & Beverage to 🛏️ Housekeeping, 🛡️ Security, 🎭 Entertainment, 💻 IT, 🛍️ Retail, ⚓ Deck, and many more — a cruise ship offers different career opportunities for different skills and experiences! 🌊💼

Your dream of working and travelling around the world can start with the right department. ❤️🌎

📌 Save this reel for your future cruise ship job application!
📲 Share it with someone who dreams of working at sea.

Follow @sailwithpallavi for cruise ship jobs, departments, and real onboard life! 🚢❤️

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Comments (6)
abdulghanielectric 13 days ago

abdulghanielectric

Maam electrical work have there

iamfarazansari 17 days ago

iamfarazansari

How to apply mam ☺️

santhoshmarvgayu 17 days ago

santhoshmarvgayu

How to apply

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the exact way i say my own name.
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like it owns the place.
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it tells me the good one was luck.
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it tells me they are only being kind.
it tells me a man my age should be further.
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cut down to the worst of them.
that’s why i believe it.
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in all its talking,
said a kind thing in my voice.
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for an ending,
and none of my words
for a beginning.
it says my name at me.
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it’s got my voice down perfect.
it just hasn’t got me in it. i used to answer it.
answering is only more talking
in the same voice.
it can do me better than i can do me.
it never has to stop for breath. so last night, after hours of it,
i sat up in the dark
and said my name out loud.
not loud. just out.
the man who said it
didn’t sound like the voice at all.
older. rougher. tireder.
a man who’d been talked about all night
by somebody wearing his face. then i said it again,
slower,
the way you’d say it to somebody
you were trying to keep calm.
the way you’d say it
to somebody you weren’t done with. the voice had nothing.
in all its years of talking
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use my own voice gently.
it didn’t have that one.
it still doesn’t. my name is the only thing i own
that it can’t say right.
last night i said it right.
twice.
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