Here is the storyline for a fantastic and memorable party.
Guests arrive at the quayside and proceed up the gangplank underneath loads of streamers and bunting, past the ships railings complete with liferings and into the Bridge for cocktails with the Captain.
A string quartet plays as you admire the ships wheel and binnacle and question the old salt about his new command.
Suddenly, your reverie is interupted by first of all a flickering of the ships lights and then a sailor, dressed from head to foot in yellow sou'wester gear and dripping wet to boot, who bursts in and announces that we have hit an ice berg-spilling ice cubes out of his pocket as he does so-. Moreover, all the lifeboats have already been launched and filled so, as there is no room for you lot, he has thrown the dining tables into the sea and you will have to use these.
As you follow the Captain onto the deck, the first thing you notice is that night has fallen and the sound of wind and crashing waves is deafening. There, in the midst of a seething sea ( of dry ice) are the tables that might just save your life. On each chair back is a Mae West. As you make your way down the rickety gangplank into the 'sea' you can look back at the ship, majestically illuminated and bedecked with lights behind you.
Each table has an ice sculpture as a centrepiece-or for those on a budget-a lump of ice.
Song sheets as placemats have thoughtfully been provided so that you can join in with the singing organised by the ships entertainers.
Rescue comes as dawn breaks when your boat comes in.