Summer Camp Pirates
QUICK!
Pick up the fishing rods, and stifle the laugh.
Hold it in.
Hold it…
Oh my God, I can’t stop giggling.
I’ll…I’ll just pretend like I’m coughing and try to muffle it in my jacket.
(What kind of fisherman wears an army jacket anyways?)
My stomach is doing somersaults as it wrestles with the laugh.
SHHHHH! There’s no way they believe that’s a cough.
I can’t even exhale without snickering. I have to hold my breath.
Crap, I think I’m going to pass out.
My head feels like a hot air balloon.
Either the laugh escapes in its full glory soon or my head explodes.
Okay, they’ve gone back inside to sleep.
Deep breaths. Let the laugh out a little at a time.
Set the poles down and load up another water balloon in the slingshot.
Careful not to rock the boat.
Take aim.
Steady.
Steady…
WHACK!
Poles back up!
We’re just a couple of innocent fisherman appreciating the summer night.
Just a couple guys enjoying that cool, humid breeze that smells a bit like turtles.
Nope, no pirates here.
No debauchery afloat.
Don’t laugh. Don’t you dare laugh. Fishing isn’t funny remember?
Watch them scatter from their cabin like ants from a hill.
That one there looks as confused as my dog does when I throw his ball behind the couch.
Do they think their hut got hit by a meteor shower?
“Probably just a raccoon.”
Lights are off again.
Load up another…
