Location: Great Harbor, Peter Island
Salutations Crumpet Horses
BANG. “Uhmmmmm guyssss I think there’s people on our boat” -girl Ari, 4:00 am sharp. KERPLUNMP: a guy falls into the water. THEY’RE STEALING OUR BEAN BAGS, UH-OH. Ari, Macie, Ruby, Anna, and Mia all spring to jump on the bean bag. This was our wake-up at 4 am when the Meow Or Never boat came to steal our bean bags as a night-time prank. But not to fret, we tackled the mysterious man in a ski mask and saved two of the three bean bags, while the other got lost to sail-side (womp womp). We are very proud to announce we are the only boat to successfully defend against our opposition.
We then went back to sleep with our remaining bean bags snuggled close for protection. We woke up again to feast on our regular- oats with crumpets- just to preface, we are NOT horses. I (Anna) then popped up to the steering wheel to attempt to turn our boat around in the Harbor. I managed to steer it out without hitting A SINGLE boat (huge huzzah 🥳). We went for a stop at shore to grab lunch and stock up on cabin snacks. During lunch, a conspicuous interaction was obliged by a rip of Bob Marley, who told Harry J that he looks like Donald J. Trump because of his orange-like hue🍊🧍♂️. Then, we launched our trusty vessel into the vast unknown. Then, we embarked on a treacherous sail among waves taller than the average Hungarian. We returned to our frequently visited spot- the Temu Sydney opera house, where five of us went on a dive where girl Ari and Macie managed to get lost from their fellow plumbers of the Indian Ocean, but they were found by a compass and a feather and the time just so happened to be 11:13 😜. Our famished crew of hungry hungry hippos needed to be fed taters and franks with eggs asap 👏(chop chop). The peg legs were struggling to perform their daily duties under such baffling conditions – can’t blame um, the breeze was quite chilly for these cold-blooded baddies. We started developing our research papers, which we due in approximately T- 1 hour, 12 minutes, and 46 seconds. While everyone was side-splitting away, girl Ari had to go on a makeup night dive, so she was just frolicking around with one-eyed Gene and some other creepy crawlers underneath the surface of the water. Then the British guy came 😒 🦷☕️(runnnnn thy British are coming🏃♂️💨💂🏼). To end our intriguing journey, it came to a halting stop because of such harsh British slang -our last thoughts before our tiny heads hit the pillow for a deep slumber were only chinwags and going to the galley for tea and crumpets.
Iron and Forged by the notorious Anna, Girl Ari, and Harrison
Our trusty peanut gallery was Macie, Ruby, and Axel for moral Support
See yuh later, Crumpet Horses ✌️☕️💂🏼=