Well, last message we were leaving Miami and wondering if we would
make it over the hundred miles of raging sea. We made it, by the skin
of our teeth (that means barely made it because there is very little
skin on teeth, generally). The wind blew a whole lot more than those
liars at the weather bureau said it would and the seas raged higher
than I've ever seen. There was spray every place. Good thing we had
our foul weather gear on! We had to dodge big ships in the night and
fight, fight, fight to get through. Or I did, rather. Angel Jen slept
through the fighting while I drove. (Whichever one of you observed
that it seems like she does all the work, take note.)
In the end we made it to Grand Bahama Island after 24 hours of travel.
We checked into the country with immigration and customs, refueled
again and went out for dinner as a treat.
In town while looking for a restaurant I met this fellow, another
pirate! He seems a little worse for wear as he is missing a hand and
has a wooden peg for a leg and he doesn't stand up too straight. But I
like his Bermuda shorts. The frilly cuff on the shirt sleeve is a
little questionable and the mullet has to go. I had a jacket like that
with all the paint on it once but Angel Jen tossed it out. She says
'appearance is important' and, of course, she's right.
Gotta get me one of those hats, though. Sweet.
So be good kids and, once more, who's always right?
Huh?
Louder!
The TEACHER!
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