There I was minding my own business in beautiful downtown Fernandina Beach, Florida, when out of nowhere a sign warned me of pirates in the area.
Now don’t get me wrong; I know there are some good pirates out there–I’ve even met a few. So when I ran into this guy,
I tried to be nice and smile. But like the kind of pirate who gives the whole kit and kaboodle a bad name, this one IMMEDIATELY starting taunting me, making fun of my glasses–and my mother–and then challenged me to a staring contest. For the first time since I had started to tremble, I took a deep breath and smiled again. Why? Faithful blog follwers know that staring contests are my speciality. Renaissance men? No problem! Famous football coaches? Like I’m scared of them!
I accepted, and the feud began.
He had trouble looking me directly in the eyes at first. But then we really got into the heat of battle. I WAS not backing down for no blame cutthroat pirate!
So who won?
Let’s just SAYE the victor ain’t got no peg leg and leave it at that!