“Land ho!” shouted the boatswain’s mate. “Aye, I see it! prepare to drop the anchor, ye scallywags!” said the Captain with the spyglass in hand.
“Aye aye, Cap’n! Hoist the sails and ready the longboats,” replied the boatswain.
“Yo ho ho, treasure awaits!” the DAM Crew sings.
The crew dropped anchor near Beer Bay. Cap’n Tocho Winchester barked, “Avast, ye scallywags! Grab yer cutlasses, we’re takin’ that beach!”
The Woodcrest pirates stormed the sands, muskets raised and flags flying. The beach was theirs in no time, with not a soul to stop them. “Dead students tell no tales,” the cap’n growled as they scoured the island for signs of treasure.
The crew struck something hard: a chest packed with gold doubloons, panties, bikinis, gems, and ancient relics. “Shiver me timbers!” yelled Grillet Queen Mariella DeRosa, “We’ve hit the motherload!”
That night, under the stars, the crew of The DAM Pearl danced around a roaring fire. “To the sea, to the spoils, and to the DAM Pearl!” Cap’n Tocho roared, raising a mug of frothy ale. Thanks to Siobhan Flynn, beer flowed like a river, songs echoed into the night, and every pirate toasted to fortune and freedom. “Drink up, me hearties, yo-ho!”
So the afternoon unfolded, with rhythms to get you dancing, beer and drinks to liven up the atmosphere, bikinis, skin, and lots of fun. There was no shortage of pirates fighting over the lady, like true heroes. But in the end, two hours of fun, lively conversations with the usual double meaning, and extravagant moves in the heat of the alcohol.
Another memorable afternoon of celebration on the beautiful white sand and crystal-clear waters of Woodcrest Beach.
