Last Saturday our home was invaded by Capt’n Theo and eight of his scallywags for his belated “Par-AAAARRRH-ty” (Everyone is on vacation in August, so we push his party to September).
The festivities began with pirate songs and dancing. The last one moving when the music stopped had to walk the plank. Once everyone was in the water, we swam to a nearby deserted island. On shore half of the crew was instructed on knot tying while the rest tried to pin the “X” on the treasure map. The final knot was tied and the buccaneers combed the island for the buried prize The chest was finally recovered, so we moved to another part of the isle to split the booty and partake in rum and cake (OK, there was only one pirate that relished the rum).
Loaded with gold and full of sugar, we navigated to higher ground for a cannonball blasts battle. The smoke from the guns cleared and the gang was split in two for a rousing game of Capture the Pirate Flag. There were prisoners and casualties on both sides, but it was Capt’n Theo’s raid on the opposing camp that delivered the coup de grâce.
Eventually it came time to hoist the anchor. Each pirate set course for their own destination.
A tear rolled down his good eye, and Capt’n Theo saluted his mates as they moved beyond the horizon.
“One could not have asked for a better crew,” he said. “Godspeed, Scallywags. Godspeed,” he continued before hobbling to his own boat and sailing back to reality.
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