It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Beach Buoy and his late friend Geoff, always marked the day.
Beach Buoy had bought them and Geoff's apprentice, Captain Pugwash badges.
Beach Buoy pinned his to his coat.
They set sail for the beach.
They arrived at 6-46 a.m.
The 7 a.m. club and Scruffy's mam were leaving the beach.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
"Morning."
They chatted briefly as two sea swimmers set off for the water.
The 7 a.m. club and Scruffy's mam were sea swimmers too
They were off to join a larger group that swim in front of the village green.
The Brass Monkey Swimmers.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
They walked a lazy low strand-line of seacoal and tangled of seaweed.
They had chatted to Team One Black Ear, who were heading northwards.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple overtook them as they chatted.
By the time that Beach Buoy and Another Dog had climbed the big slope, the couple with a Border Collie and a liking for Beachcombing, were heading back.
"Morning Shipmate."
It was 7-09.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He took a sip of Rum... Well O.K.
fizzy water.
There was a slight breeze from the east.
It was not too hot.
It was not too cold.
It was like Baby Bear's Porridge.
"Just right "
Grey can be beautiful too.
"See you me hearty."
They cast off and set sail for Car Park Island.
Distant waves were shared.
The man who has three dogs but once had four were heading south on the beach below.
They headed back.
A lady, her small dog and a very squeaky toy, set off southwards along the water's edge.
Back to the van.
She has sailed world almost ten times over.
Still giving over Forty Miles to the Galleon.
Ah Jim lad.
🏴☠️
BEACH BUOY.
💁
