Pirate Booty

Ground floor opportunity awaits!


There are a number of old sayings proven to be trustworthy:

"...A fool and his money are...   (right, you know the answer!)
        - soon under investigation by the IRS..."

Or how about...

"...A penny saved is...  (right again!)
        - a penny which can be invested in pirate booty discovery..."

Now keep those thoughts in mind as we interrupt for a travel update...




We left OBX on the 26th, and as Calvin and Hobbs would say, "the "trees had stopped sneezing".

The winds were calm, the ocean flat, and Clyde had 12 days of wind borne sea salt covering his windows.  Needed my ice scraper to be able to see out...and a snow shovel to clear away a path in the sand to get the Fox out...we can't get away from them!!!


Overnighted in Asheville.  And for the record, North Carolina is a wiiiide state!   Kind of interesting to still be in NC as we left the flat sea-level  beaches of OBX and then wove our way up, up, up to the top of the Continental Divide on Route 40, which I am sure God put there to block the sharks of the Atlantic from swimming in the Mississippi.

My hands were at 10 and 2, but J got some great sunset pics over the mountains as we drove into Asheville last night. 

Staying at Wilson's RV, since they are a Passport America partner...poor choice.  Better spots can be found, as it is too close to the 4 lane for a quiet, relaxing extended stay.

Biltmore tickets are totally sold out through the rest of December...which gives us an excuse to come back to the pretty mountains of Asheville.

Stirling Edwards, a well known painter whose work I like, is leading a week of watercolor classes just up the road at Cheap Joe's this summer.

Maybe Boone in June...hmmm???! 

Hitching Clyde back up and off to Memphis today...500 miles...trying to get there in time for some good, dry rubbed Memphis ribs tonight!



Now, back to pirate booty...

The Outer Banks of North Carolina is called "The Graveyard of the Atlantic".  And there are two reasons for this:

The first and most important reason is that somehow, old ships just know they will be treated kindly if they come and  die at the Outer Banks.  The name of each old ship along with where it sank is recorded... the long list, dating back to 1580, well before the Mayflower, is at every tourist shop on OBX, so it must be fact.



And ships know this kind treatment for old ships does not happen everywhere.

It is hard to believe, but some locations actually (young children should stop reading here)...

...cut holes in the bottom of old ships and sink them on purpose, known as "shipanasia".  (And now that you know this, you might consider calling your congressman congressperson to complain about the inhuman treatment of old ships, since ships have Rights too...well, actually they have Starboards, but it's the same thing.

But be forewarned, your congressperson may be too busy attempting to impeach Presidents to care about you, your rights, or old ships...) 




And how those old ships KNOW to come to the Outer Banks of  North Carolina to die is still a mystery.

Some believe it is due to instinct, although the majority believe it is due to sea worms taking over the ship and steering them to OBX.  The scientific reasoning supporting this theory is that old ships, like old people, sway from side to side when they move, making it easy for the sea worms to take over control and steer them to OBX, similar to how the sea worms steer old people to Florida.





The second reason old ships come to the Outer Banks and die is based on another well known old saying of equal trustworthiness.

"...You can lead a nags head to water, but you can't make it sink a ship..."




So maybe a bit of explaining...

One of the original beach towns on the Outer Banks is called "Nags Head", aptly named due to an old time practice by some lesser upstanding town's people, who hung lanterns on their old nags and took them to the beach to hunt seashells and as they walked up and down the beach, the old ships would crash into the beach.

Now the old nags could not sink the ships...this was done by the sea worms steering the old ships on their way to the graveyard since they never heard the familiar and well known guidance to "...turn away from the light..." and so they would simply crash on the beach, and be thusly plundered by the old nags.

So the old nags did not cause the ships to sink, it was the sea worms...though sad, it is all true and easily proven fact.




So full understanding of these two well established facts are foundational to our more important topic of Pirate Booty.


There simply must be galleons and galleons of  pirate booty washed up on the Outer Banks...after all, it's the ship graveyard of the entire Atlantic and everyone knows, that's where the most notorious preditory pirates pirated.



And just this week, efforts paid off during the final pilot testing of a ship graveyard digging, doubloon finding, pirate booty hunting process!!!

Not once...not twice...not even three times...but FIVE times this week...ca-ching...the finding of previously undiscovered pirate booty! 


(Unretouched photographic evidence of pirate booty discovered this week by the inventor of the pirate booty hunting process.)

Based on the unverifiable results from an independent audit firm run by the wife of the pirate booty hunting process creator and further established based on the above photographic evidence of pirate booty discovered this week, the creator of the pirate booty hunting process is now accepting unsolicited offers from anyone interested in establishing a ground floor investment in a successful pirate booty hunting operation, with a high potential for return of millions for early investors.


[Please forward all investments in unmarked $10 and $20 dollar denominations to Windy Hill Pirate Booty Hunting Scam Opportunity.] 
Let the adventure continue...