Argghh….me hearties….we be out and about in the wild and woolly salt marshes and sandbars of the Carolina coast. A place well know to scalawags and pirates…where storms blow and change the very land, making an island out of nothing and pushing the coast around like a child’s sandbox. Me thinks somewhere in the deep dark, a tale is being wrought…after all, don’t we all have a bit of pirating in our souls?
In all seriousness, after 10 years in the navy, I did use to joke that now that I was free from my service obligations, that now I was free to be a pirate. KL loves the history of the barrier islands, and all the stories of the pirates, both land and sea. The famed Corolla horses are here because of pirating…and there is a village buried under the dunes of the same place the Wright brother’s flew their plane…it’s an amazing area full of history, from Croatan…where an entire village disappeared under odd circumstances (can we say, thinny?) and even the language on some of the islands is different from anywhere else in the USA. Surely, there is a tale somewhere we can find that is uniquely here, and uniquely us?? We shall see.
So, I will leave you with this less than witty parting…there is always time for grog!