(See! It's true!) Photo evidence by Linda Sweeting
Our troubles began when we started finding pieces of parchment rudely tacked to the mast. They turned out to be Docking Tickets from His Majesty's Pub Traffic Comptroller's Office. "+*&^%$#@!!" we said. We had been docking at the White Hart Tavern for weeks and weeks without incident (except for that unfortunate "encounter" with the baby carriage, but we've been told never to speak of that). The Pyrates Royale have always believed in taking a pro-active tack with life's little "challenges." So, we burned each so-called ticket that appeared on the mast. Then this bleedin' boot appeared. We have a feeling, though, that it may meet with a tragic accident very soon. Property of HM's Pub Traffic meter mongers has a tendency to, oh, burst into flames spontaneously.
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