Shipwrecked pirate

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. 

We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villians and knaves. 

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 

We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. 

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

I be t' dreaded pirate Ron and this be me first mate, t' mango eatin' monkey. Yer see me plunder too aye; a good novel, Frankie and t' strongest sun cream in t' shop. What's that I 'ear you say? Will she keep up t' pirate talk for t' entire post? Maybe not...

I found an old crate on the beach surrounded by bits of broken glass and images of pirates and fierce sea battles were conjured up in my mind. Luckily I had my every relevant sailor playsuit so I snapped a few photos before the tropical storm enveloped the entire area (I'm talking thunder and lightening, and BIG bucket loads of  rain). I can never resist the opportunity to pretend to be a pirate (in a sensible, Disney-esque manner, rather than the real thing) the child in me demands it. Since I seem to be running a bit of an animal companion theme lately, I've included a couple of photos of a crab-eating macaque that sat on my balcony and ate fruit (ironically). Now where's me eyepatch...

playsuit//Urban Outfitters    everything else//second hand