She is the head bartender and cashier at Nassau's Conch Fritters Bar and Grill where the overhead stemware racks, thinly disguised with palm fronds, are made from scavenged pallets and everything is a problem, mon. Ferguson has emptied a can of pineapple and opening the next can of chunks in juice will be, well, a problem. Ferguson jabs at a can with assorted implements all of which appear to have been working can openers at one time.
None works now.
Finally, Ferguson resorts to a church key and manages to carve an opening large enough to permit the pineapple chunks to exit. She celebrates her success by slamming down the can, causing juice to leap onto the bar. That she ignores. Walt Disney World. I have come to Conch Fritters having briefly deserted the ship where the lounges, like everything else, appear flawless.