Someone dropped a Norwegian deal in the group chat. Seven-night Bermuda / Halifax cruise out of Boston. Five people said “I’m in.” What followed was four months of planning so intense it should’ve had its own project manager. Excursions locked. You planned this trip like a military operation. And then, three weeks out, wedged between a meme and a packing list update, someone types the following words that freeze the entire conversation: “So… how are we getting to the Boston cruise port?” Dead Silence. No one is typing. This is where I come in. I’m Rachel. Getting five passengers, five suitcases, and the mystery cooler from Rhode Island to the Black Falcon Cruise Terminal in Boston — that’s not a side hustle. That’s my specialty. My pro drivers show up early, load everything, and deliver your entire crew to the ship while you sit back and let the vacation start in your driveway. You didn’t skimp when you booked The Haven. So why would you gamble on the ride that gets you there? #Rachel...