A Pirate’s Life For Me

Drove up to Anacortes this weekend and saw Lance off on his summer job as cook aboard a tall ship called the Hawaiian Chieftain. It was only a few hours north but the rain was falling down in icy sheets just like Portland January. We got soaked standing on the docks watching the boat sail slowly into port. I took one peek at the soggy kitchen, cramped quarters, and surly crew and thought to myself, that job ain’t gonna be easy. But then again, there’s the allure of the pirate life to think of. Plus, the ocean.