The seagulls cry and the waves crash onto the sandy shores. No wonder this was once a pirate’s paradise.
I’ll be here for the weekend, have me Arrghbuck coffee and a swig of rum with me old friends (and I mean centuries old – Yo ho ho). And as long as the weather holds, explore for the treasures of the sea. Aye, this a restful time I’ll be having here (as long as Davey Jones don’t appear).