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[bloomesday]

[The broadcast is coming from the ship. That much is clear from the upward and askew angle.]

I don't-

[A hand comes into full view, looking magnified as it fills the whole screen which suddenly goes blank.]

[The screen suddenly snaps to life again. It's held by two trembling hands as it focuses on the panicked expression of a man with wide eyes and dark features. Sweat has begun to bead at his forehead as he swallows, struggling to compose himself.]

Someone tell me what day it is.