a rum do in the sun

a beautiful day. We spent the afternoon at the seaport taking in the sights and sounds of the Pirate Day. The place was swarming with swashbucklers and brigands big and small. We followed the treasure map, puzzling the clues as we journeyed aboard ship, through homes and taverns, even walking the plank. Em was delighted with her share of the treasure which she found in a gnarly old treasure chest inside a wreck (of course).

"Drinking rum before 10am makes you a Pirate, not an alcoholic".......he announced as he staggered away.