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?
The ghost boat would be driving me crazy — okay the ghost boat IS driving me crazy. I think if the two of us were there, we could make up something convincing if not real. As soon as I saw the pic, I thought how much I wanted to write about it! Sounds like a wonderful vacation and break from everything (except story creation — do we writers ever take a break from that?)!
Mean Auntie! He must have really rained on your drinking coffee alone parade. LOL! You know you’re going have a part 2 to this story.
I guess the price he will have to pay for being an early riser on vacation is to be scared silly by an aunt with a lot of imagination and too little coffee!
Actually, your imaginings about the ghost boat are pretty similar to what I would think up …. well, I’d imagine something about the boat but not sure it would be pirates or ghosts. Probably something about a runaway teenager or perhaps a fisherman who fell in the water …
Training, did you say?
I saw this woman last night who has run 366 marathons in the past 365 days!!
Crazy.
She obviously did not do any writing or any story telling either, for that matter, this past year.
Nice way to scare your nephew Jamie !!!! Thinking you better start training or how will you finish? xo
I do need to start training more seriously. I had hoped to swim here some in the ocean but the water has been so rough. I’ll set out a plan next week and do a few bricks hopefully before.
366 marathons in 365 days? Did her legs fall off?
So if i was the nephew, or it was my eldest nephew and my niece, we’d have all said the same thing. Lets go check out out. Lol we have similar aunting methods.