So, sailing was really fun. Beautiful weather, good company, good food and drink.
And then my camera slid out of my pocket, down the deck (we were keeling), and into Elliott Bay.
All my friend Jen and I could do was watch and then gape. Like we both saw it, and then it was gone, and all I could do was be shocked. I was surprisingly not upset about it - it's just a camera, I can get another one.
Now I have a good story, anyway.
And there were all these other boats with people doing pirate things, and someone shouted to us "Where's your cannon?"
And the Captain said "At the bottom of Elliott Bay."
Ba-dum-DUM.
If it had been my iPod, I'd have been more pissed. I figure it was inevitable something of mine would end up in the drink. I just assumed it would be my sunglasses.