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Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The ferry sputtered and spewed out smoke as it slowly weaved across the bay. The gay little pirates stood, cardboard swords at their side, they waved goodbye to the crew. The tintinnabulation of the bell faded as the ferry pulled away.
"Ishkabibble, I don't need a boat like that, " said the pirate.