There Be Pirates

My apartment overlooks the Saint John River. It's lovely. I love looking at the glittery water and being able to gauge the traffic while I drink my morning tea. But I never considered the inherent danger in living so close to the water - no, not the notorious springtime flooding, something much more sinister...

Here's the story. I was sitting on our little patio yesterday, looking at our fairly average residential view.

Just a lot of overhead wires and a squeaky clothesline that I love. And peeling on paint on the neighbors house. Normal stuff. But wait a minute...

That flag, that flag that wasn't there the day before, it looks a little like the Jolly Roger...

Yep, there be pirates...