I should not be telling these tales, but you need to know that I was with a band of scurvy pirates, who, on three days past, sailed their ship up into the mouth of the Hillsboro Bay and landed on the banks of the Town of Tampa, a city known for its easy spoils. Indeed, this town is such an easy mark, we’ve come calling many times.
After our ship landed, we marched straight into the town; along a road the local inhabitants call “Bayshore Boulevard”, which borders the bay. Such a foolhardy design for a road, I must say, without a wall for protection. It leaves the town with no defenses.
As we begin our march, the townspeople line the street, cowering in fear; merely watching and taking no action to stop our invasion. Oddly, these people seem to revel in the defenseless position in which they find themselves.
The young wenches are especially easy in this town and have been known to do naughty things for mere trinkets, such as a string of pearls, and they care not that these necklaces bear the label, “Made in China”.
As we enter the town, there is a festive atmosphere, as the townspeople break out the grog and food, aplenty. And the wenches and their envious men abandon their reticence and join us in our victory celebration.
I wrote the post for the Week 62 Trifecta Writing Challenge where we are to write a 33-333 word composition using the word “mouth” in the context of something that resembles a mouth, such as where a stream enters a body of water.
I described an actual event which took place last Saturday, which is the Annual Gasparilla invasion, a tradition in Tampa which began in 1904, when a group of men dressed as pirates invaded the city on horseback. The story goes that these men were bored and were looking for an excuse for a party. Today, we have a “real” pirate ship made from a barge and about 200,000 to 300,000 people come to see the parade.
And yes, we are standing in front of a SUV, not our pirate ship.
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