Willows Beach
No wind. So I decided to embrace a day trip to Willows Beach in what has become all too familiar; bare spars and stowed stay sails.
So I dropped the hook in 12 feet of water, in a flood tide and was soon on my way to check on Barnucka in Skully. Unfortunately he was not there. So, I headed for Willows Fish and Chips for a cheeseburger and fries. They rock! I had some fun with them. Due to the social distancing thing they have a note affixed to the order window to 'Please speak loudly so we can hear you from six feet away". So when the nice girl at the counter asked if she could help me, I yelled; "I'D LIKE A CHEESEBURGER AND SMALL FRIES PLEASE." The other covidiots cast their judgement upon me.
Thank god I was wearing my new T-shirt: It's black and has a picture of Keith Richards on the front with the text; "KANYE WEST?" above, and;"NEVER HEARD OF HER" below. The dissaproving covidiots immediately realized they were in the presence of El Pirata and fled for the hills.
I enjoyed my late lunch in Estivan Village, and returned to Willows Beach where Skully was patiently awaiting my return to the beach. I was soon back aboard T2, where I realized that anchoring just off Willows Beach by myself was, well probably creepy. I left.
