I have sailed their oceans.
Fine, Destin Bay leading into Santa Rosa Sound. But it is my boat and I didn't puke here.
I have walked their sandy beaches.
I have had a parrot.
Welcome to Pirate Night-Iberostar Grand Rose Hall, Montego Bay
The Pirate Bubbles and defecting Parrot Angelique.
The Dread Pirates Rob and Storm.
200 plus years too late, but I have heard Mother Ocean call to me. And her message is this: Enjoy and take care of one another. And if you have one more bonfire on my beach you had better clean up the mess.
*I borrowed profusely from the Jimmy Buffet song A Pirate Looks at Forty. Giving credit where it's due but not asking permission. Because...PIRATE!