As we enter the second week of our Ocracoke Island vacation, there begins to be dissention in the ranks.
The Heirs and their friend LT are bored, in spite of an invitation to a pirate party in the woods where Blackbeard hid out. However it did trigger a spate of pirate talk for awhile, which was funny -- for about 30 seconds.
Topper has had the runs, in spite of giving him bottled water. (Go ahead and click. We’ll spare you the graphics.)
The rest of us, Dirtman, John Boy, Zsa Zsa and I, are taking advantage of local offerings. Especially Zsa Zsa, who has charmed some local fishermen into giving her all their fish heads.
Dirtman and John Boy are going into the clamming business because now they have a bucket…
And a clam.
The rake is a rental.
We are beginning to doubt Dirtman’s commitment to this venture.
Yesterday we took a tiny little boat to Portsmouth Island. On the way we passed this little island full of pelicans. Lots and lots of pelicans.
On Portsmouth Island the rain had apparently brought out the fiddler crabs, which were cute - for about 30 seconds. Then they were just in the way of walking…
…to the beach.
John Boy and Heir 1 took a kayak tour and learned the difference between this and this.
Heir 1 ended up running into their guide at the pirate party, which calls his information into question, but his ability to talk pirate is beyond reproach. Or so I’ve heard.