Pirates of the Open Waters...
exactly what we were a couple of weeks ago, every time I climb aboard any vessel I feel the excitement and desire of a rugged, moralless pirate...
Far fetched imagination you might say, for me, its research and history. I'm not sure if I had any pirate ancestors or how I would feel about them if I did. Not really a respectable career, however, very intriguing and interesting never the less. I feel guilty saying this but I get a rush from the current pirate attacks. Not excited of them harming a human being, but from the history and the past of pirate life, with the exception of prostitution, pirating may be one of the oldest professions...
...back to the story, headed out onto the open water, a night of camping, exploring, fishing, bullshitting, rum drinking, making up stories, and living one night on a deserted island, an island filled with lost treasure and mystery. Upon offloading the mothership (Surrender the Booty) into the water, anxiety filled my veins, felt like the first time all over again, as Captain Jarrett started the engine we knew it was only minutes before the adventure began. I could picture Blackbeard's deckhands loading Queen Annes Revenge with ammunition, rum, food, and raising the sails, ready to embark on their next path to Hell...
The water was rough, always alittle harsh on the nerves, but adds to the excitement of being upon unsettled waters, mother-nature in control, just a tiny speck surrounded by Salt Life. A 10 minute trip that lasted two hours now...
Land Ahoy!!! Find the perfect camp spot, "tide is going to be high tonight", Gather twigs, palmettos, and palms. Look for wildlife, and hunt for food, wait, wait, wait... Priorities, Priorities mate, Pass the RUM! Now, take the new cutlass that i have been fantasizing about using for weeks now, and start cutting palmettos for a gear pad and the dead ones for the fire. Start the fire, wait... wait... the vessel is washing ashore... push, lift... back to the fire..
there we go we have smoke and there it is... Captain Jarrett has always had a nak for starting cod roasters. OK we are right on track. "Wait.. wait... wait..., hurry come quick the rough current has again washed the mothership ashore, this time, its dark, the RUM is working its magic and mother-earth has done a number on the boat, lift, push, lift, push, twist, lift, push, almost there. OH MY GOD!!! MOTHER OF ALL LOST PIRATE SHIPS!!!!!!! MY LIP!!! THE BOAT HIT ME IN THE FACE AND I BIT THE DAMN THING OFF!!! Blood is gushing like I have been razorsliced in the face, hurt like hell it did, "Yo Bro, probably could use a few stitches, the ship is wrecked ashore, have to wait till morning comes before we can leave. "Pirate First Aid" time, pass the RUM, 5 big gulps and sanitize the wound, awwwwwwwww!!! that's a nice feeling, feels similar to sticking your head in the fire pit. A little ice now, more Rum, and forget about it. A few more moments and gone, not asleep, drunk from rum and adrenaline, things become foggy and wow morning time, damn my head is pounding, I swore i wasn't going to get plastered, Tylenol please!, DAMN, Pirates had to be some tough mothers! Feeling weak and wimpy this morning. Get the boat in the water, coffee, load the boat, coffee, more coffee, more Tylenol, homeward bound! A night in dreamer's eyes, lived to the fullest, and unforgettable adventure. A little adventure + a huge imagination = Complete Satisfaction. Never give up an opportunity to make a good-time a life experience by adding your own little twist.
