Captain Sanders said to his first mate Jones, and second mate Clancy. “Arrrr! me mateys. Is our craft prepared for a cruise?”
First mate Jones answered “Aye, Aye, Captain. Provisioned and repairs made to the running gear. We’re set to go.”
The men donned their travel clothes, canvas trousers, open topped shirts, and light shoes to allow easy movement. And the neckerchief that could be worn around the neck, over the head or cover the bottom of the face as a mask. Finally, they buckled on the heavy belts festooned with blades.
The captain took the helm and said “Arrrr, me scurvy crew: Cast off! We cruise the Gold Coast for treasure from the Amazon!”
The first mate spoke up: "Captain, we’ve faired poorly of late on the Gold Coast. The merchants are wary, and many are armed. And they do not display their cargo as of yore.”
“Shiver me timbers, mate Jones. You speak sooth. We’ll try the Main, they haven’t been plundered for a while.”
“Shall we raise the Jolly Roger?”
“Nay, Jones. We don’t want the patrollers to ken who we are. But, let’s have a sea shanty,” and he sang: “Yo Ho, A Pirates’ Life, A Pirates’ Life’’
The others joined in, singing off key with gusto “Yo Ho, A Pirates’ Life, A Pirate’s Life, A Pirates’ Life for Me!”
Pirate Captain Sanders turned the helm, and the blocky van with darkened windows turned right at the intersection of Golden and Main. About a mile past the intersection, in the residential part of town, they spotted a house with brown parcels piled up in front of the door.
The van stopped. Sanders said “Quick! Quick!” and his two partners dashed out grabbed the parcels and ran back to the van tossing brown cardboard boxes willy nilly in the back. The pair jumped in, and Sanders shoved down on the gas, the van speed away.
Sanders said to the men in the back seat: “I hope we got some ‘Treasure from Amazon’ this time. Most of what we get ain’t worth the trouble.”
“Aye Aye, Captain” the two men in the back chorused.
“Aye Aye, me bonny crew. Hard times for us ‘Porch Pirates’ indeed.”
Back in Sanders' basement apartment, the trio were unpacking their loot. “What you got, Clancy,” Jones asked.
Clancy held up a piece of multicolored knitwear and said in disgust “A Christmas sweater. An ugly one, at that. What about you?”
“Some book called ‘Eat Pray Love’ and a bottle of bath oil. Wish more people would order booze, jewelry and stuff like that.”
“Pathetic,” Sanders said. “Let’s face it, we may call ourselves pirates, that’s soo cool. But we’re just ordinary thieves.”
“Yah, I guess you're right,” Clancy and Jones echoed.
First mate Jones answered “Aye, Aye, Captain. Provisioned and repairs made to the running gear. We’re set to go.”
The men donned their travel clothes, canvas trousers, open topped shirts, and light shoes to allow easy movement. And the neckerchief that could be worn around the neck, over the head or cover the bottom of the face as a mask. Finally, they buckled on the heavy belts festooned with blades.
The captain took the helm and said “Arrrr, me scurvy crew: Cast off! We cruise the Gold Coast for treasure from the Amazon!”
The first mate spoke up: "Captain, we’ve faired poorly of late on the Gold Coast. The merchants are wary, and many are armed. And they do not display their cargo as of yore.”
“Shiver me timbers, mate Jones. You speak sooth. We’ll try the Main, they haven’t been plundered for a while.”
“Shall we raise the Jolly Roger?”
“Nay, Jones. We don’t want the patrollers to ken who we are. But, let’s have a sea shanty,” and he sang: “Yo Ho, A Pirates’ Life, A Pirates’ Life’’
The others joined in, singing off key with gusto “Yo Ho, A Pirates’ Life, A Pirate’s Life, A Pirates’ Life for Me!”
Pirate Captain Sanders turned the helm, and the blocky van with darkened windows turned right at the intersection of Golden and Main. About a mile past the intersection, in the residential part of town, they spotted a house with brown parcels piled up in front of the door.
The van stopped. Sanders said “Quick! Quick!” and his two partners dashed out grabbed the parcels and ran back to the van tossing brown cardboard boxes willy nilly in the back. The pair jumped in, and Sanders shoved down on the gas, the van speed away.
Sanders said to the men in the back seat: “I hope we got some ‘Treasure from Amazon’ this time. Most of what we get ain’t worth the trouble.”
“Aye Aye, Captain” the two men in the back chorused.
“Aye Aye, me bonny crew. Hard times for us ‘Porch Pirates’ indeed.”
Back in Sanders' basement apartment, the trio were unpacking their loot. “What you got, Clancy,” Jones asked.
Clancy held up a piece of multicolored knitwear and said in disgust “A Christmas sweater. An ugly one, at that. What about you?”
“Some book called ‘Eat Pray Love’ and a bottle of bath oil. Wish more people would order booze, jewelry and stuff like that.”
“Pathetic,” Sanders said. “Let’s face it, we may call ourselves pirates, that’s soo cool. But we’re just ordinary thieves.”
“Yah, I guess you're right,” Clancy and Jones echoed.
