We boarded. We sat on the benches. We gazed at the pirates. Several looked frighteningly familiar to me. One young one winked at me. As we sailed away from the dock some of the sailors started singing. I’d heard some before at a Renaissance Faire and I can tell you these were worse, but then they passed around a tray of free drinks, something they called a Punch and Smash, which tasted of pineapple and rum. And then there were cinnamon rolls and other pastries and something that seemed to be marinated ginger wrapped in bacon, and everyone got very merry. There were no children on the boat, other than those of us adults who were rapidly regressing to a very immature state.
Note to self: don’t drink rum for breakfast.
We sailed the beautiful, serene ocean to a small islet, probably part of
