On my two-mile commute home I recognized the truck in front of me as that of a competitor in town, and the car in front of him was another competitor, and the car in the forefront was yet another player.
They all pulled into my condo complex, parked across from my place, and emerged as...Pirates! Now, it can never be a good thing when three small players get together for a photo-shoot as these did. Nor does it help that the Swedish interlopers are behind this.
An alliance of pirates on the cusp of one of the busier "locals" weekends in my little town? Nothing good will come of this. It doesn't help that, earlier in the day, a warning shot was fired across our bow by yet another pirate, a Menorcan, demanding that we heave-to.
We returned the volley by way of a nicely worded parley asking for their proof of territory within 15 hours or else we would continue on our way.
Time to put the skull-and-crossbones necklace back on! Argghh!
Small towns are such fun!
Update! Fifteen hours have come and gone with no response. Hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats!