The HMS Bounty

She came and she went. Three days of rest and more days at sea. It's odd to find a pirate ship not anchored or marrooned. But she looks alright. Looking rough but not really. There is one thing it does, it fires your imagination. To me, all I can think of is, become a pirate. Tie up a few ropes and swing from one mast to the other, snatching a chocolate bar probably in between masts and sliding off those sails. What else? Where is the loot?

Never had the chance to explore the galleon by myself. I hate crowds as they obstruct my views and I feel annoyed.

Not a single chance to console my troubled mind. But I went back three times, fumbling on my gadgets. Hating to see it go and never had the chance to rip those sails myself.

It was funny watching the , er, let's call them lady pirates, rolling up the sails, dropping stuff and looking clumsy as I watched quietly, afraid to make any noises least they bark at me. Deep i nside I was laughing out loud, as evidently enough they do not have a clue how silly they must have looked. So I am posting all these pictures, hoping thay could identify themselves and show some gratitude at my thoughtfulness.

It's a good thing I was passing by that day. It was such a lovely sight. Something to remember.