Pirate Alert

A friend of This Captain and The Kid is a wooden pirate. He doesn't say much. He is very tight-lipped as wooden pirates can be. He has been on some hair-raising and hair-losing adventures. We first met him at the Midnight Pass Pub and Marina in Sarasota, Florida. He worked there as the greeter and customer relations/marketing pirate. He spoke to a very few people and seldom acknowledged anyone. After all, he was a wooden pirate, not a corporate suit. The Kid and this Captain hit it off with him right from the first time we saw him. We took our drinks out onto the deck where he was working and began swapping stories about escapism and other places to visit. I was not sure he would open up to us, since it was our first meeting, but The Kid said that because we were kindred spirit, practically brethren of the coast, we would become fast friends. As is often the case, The Kid was right. As we spoke about far-away escapes, our pirate friend would gaze out across the porch, across the parking lot and street, and toward the Gulf of Mexico. When we related some adventures on The Spanish Main and a few close scrapes we had with high seas and even higher winds, his one un-patched eye peered toward distant places and earlier times.
It was clear, as we talked, we leaned upon one another to relieve the stress of being on the hard. It was boats and travel we pined for and not sedentary life that can make you stiff as a board and hardened as your skin takes on an ashen hue.
So, it is with desperate plea The Captain and The Kid put out this Pirate Alert! The pirate is missing! The Pub changed its name, the other workers have moved on and cannot be reached for questioning, and it appears our friend may be in trouble. Suspecting foul play I said to The Kid, "The game is afoot." Not dismissing the possibility that our wooden friend may have taken some deck job on a cargo ship or freighter heading to southern islands, we couldn't help but escape with him if this is the case. And, if so, we're thinking Lesser Antilles as we share his adventure. This, notwithstanding, being our hope and then best wishes for the pirate, we cannot be suspicious. Too many midnight decisions have altered the escapism allure of Midnight Pass. PLEASE! Help us find the pirate of Midnight Pass. If there have been any sightings, any clues, please contact The Captain and The Kid. You will remain anonymous for your protection. Our friend, Jack Clark, who shall remain nameless for now, has agreed to look into this matter since he had been a close companion with the wooden pirate years before.

A description: He is a Pirate. He is wooden. One eye patch. A bandanna covered by a pirate hat.


The Captain and The Kid