Ahoy, me hearties. This fine night we be indulging in a grog fest in Ye olde home port Sunset House. Led by the dread bonny wench T and her feared across the seven seas first mate Captain Aja, treasure was plundered by all and the spoils was divvied up by popular vote among our crew of loyal PDS scallywags and jolly companions…and not a little carousing around the barrel and mast occurred until the rum was scarcer than a fair lass below decks in a heavin sea. Arrr…but everything was pleasin to the eye as the night crested round the horizon…and we all pledged to walk the plank in unison into the sea with the risin sun.  

Avast, louts, this after a day of peering into the depths  hoping for glints of lost Aztec Gold and flirting with Davy Jones around the legendarily spooky Ghost Mountain and the place where beams of light reside and dance in the blue depths, Devil's Grotto.

Thats my mark, ye landlubber scoundrels and mateys. Arrr…. keep your weather eye open for more plunders.


Ty Sawyer
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