Captain's Blog, Day 88


Day 88, the banks of the Harrrrpeth River. With our ship resting on the bottom of the Harrrpeth and the Pilgrimage Festival disappearing for now into the mists that give our past a beautiful glow, we have been forced to take positions as dance instructors for the Arrrrthur Murray Dance School in the village of Franklin. Our second lesson, skillfully mastered by this couple on Sunday, is the Pirate Polka, which we composed with the self-assuredness that it would win every award in its category, should there ever be a category of pirate polkas. Tomorrow we’ll be spinning spinsters to the Charrrlston and the Balboa. Now if only a shipwright would waltz into this port we’d be back at sea.