Location: Underway to Grenada
ARGHHH!!! We are pirates through and through, damned be showers and clean clothes. We like the smell of our own brew! With sea and salt, we never shall want for the sight of dry land. In Grenada, tomorrow we’ll be, but our hearts stay with the tides and sand.
… ah though not written by me, John puts up such a compelling story that I would feel wrong if I were to change it. Today was well wet. From sunrise to sunset, there was an ocean all around us. Though no one managed to feed any fish in our journey, there were plenty of times when homework was delayed, and it had nothing to do with procrastination. Every once in a while, we had some excitement. Some saw some sperm whales swimming, and attention peaked when fish grabbed at the lines…though the only fish we “caught” was when a flying fish jumped into our boat. Up and down to and fro, we’ll be knocked around our boat until we’re home. See, John is not the only one who can rhyme.