The Brethren of the Coast |
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The festival sail unfurled |
Raise the skull and bones! |
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Let's see what this port offers... |
A hardware store for pirates |
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A tool chest, of sorts |
An axe for every occasion |
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She sails under a flag of unknown intention... |
Until she opens fire |
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Showing our attention to detail ... |
... and commitment to authenticity |
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Did someone mention a "Treasure Island"? |
Dressed - to kill |
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The children have a fine ship to themselves |
But they won't be sailing on the next tide |
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Even the belly dancers are well armed |
An invitation. To what, isn't immediately obvious. |
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The fair lasses sing a fine sea shanty |
There's an undead pirate on our starboard. Or maybe he's just not
ripe yet. |
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The mermaids will be right back |
They've just gone ashore for some liquid refreshment |
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One should know one's way around a blade |
Even piracy is subject to inflation |
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The family wagon gets under way |
But being carried is always better |
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The zip line provides a great view from above |
And has its own right-of-way |
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There's a ship needing a crew |
But getting her afloat won't be easy |
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A toast to a good day |
But maybe not this |
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