Our berth for the weekend...
We had high hopes of a round of chantey singing around a roaring fire, alas, the weather did not cooperate.
The galley was well stocked, you ne'er seen such an array of victuals and grog.
The good Quartermaster going stealth pirate (who knew he could do it?)
Scouring the beach for treasures of an unwanted sort.
As you can plainly see, it twas not a becalmed day at the shore.
Ann Rackam, Crimson Gypsea and powder monkey's on patrol
An unknown scallywag left behind by his mates
After doing our duty, we retired to this find for a warming cup and a savory for the sweet tooth...Captain Dan's Pirate Pastry Shop
This was taken the morning we left to return to our home port, it was still blowing and blustering, I fear the squall not be over yet.
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