The Ghost Ship.
Well, I’ve definitely fallen off the 31 Days to Build a Better Blog bandwagon.
BUMP.
Here I sit on a rock in the middle of a rutty dirt road.
Away on vacation and have been doing a little work.
Really slacking off on a lot of things. Blogging, writing and training for that triathlon which happens to be a month from today.
But I woke up this morning to see this out my window.
What was that boat doing out there? It wasn’t there last night.
Was anyone in it?
No. Doesn’t appear so.
What’s the deal?
Maybe it’s a . . .
A ghost boat.
Wonder if it drifted away from a near by dock on the inlet waterway? Wonder if someone or something is knocked unconscious lying in the bottom? Maybe someone hopped off for a snorkel and got on the wrong end of an shark encounter?
I was the only one up for a while so I tiptoed downstairs to get me a cup of coffee.
Pretty soon I felt a wisp of a shadow behind me.
One of my nephews stood there with mussy hair and a blanket thrown over his left shoulder.
And what did Aunt Jamie do? What any self-respecting aunt does to her young impressionable nephew.
I showed him the ghost boat and told him the tale of how when we were sleeping pirates rowed to the island from their pirate ship off the horizon. How they are looking for their buried treasure right this very moment and waiting for dark to fall again so they can make their getaway.
I mentioned how if we crept out there now and looked in the sand, we might find a boot print or three. Maybe a tarnished, golden earring that dropped off a grizzled, sweaty jolly roger ear.
It’s still there as I type.
What do you think? What’s up with the ghost boat?
And who is my nephew going to be sleeping with tonight?
