Tony and Myrtle are golfers and they loved their weekly round when they lived in South Africa. Then came Asia and Tiny and the weekly round of golf soon became an annual round of golf.
Tony met a friendly American who took his baby granddaughter for a swim and before the hour was over, a golf game was planned. Without Myrtle. The next morning the sky was grey and the wind blew but the intrepid golfers stubbornly set off to the golf course, just in time to tee off in Tropical Rainstorm Nicole that hit the Bahamas. After five holes they gave up and Tony was back, drenched from head to toe. And no, Myrtle did not wish a tropical storm on them because she had to babysit... A normal storm, maybe, but certainly not a tropical one!
The golfers obtained a rain check and went back on Friday, with Myrtle and Tiny in tow. Luckily the golf manager had more sense than Tiny's parents and she was not allowed on the course...
That meant that Myrtle and Tiny had the morning to spend as they pleased. Har, har, har! Off they went to the Pirates of Nassau Museum. The Caribbean was the stomping ground for many a pirate in the 18th century, before Woodes Rodgers got rid of them. It was an interesting exhibition built to imitate a pirate schooner. There were many interesting facts; pirates really did keep parrots as pets and there is only one recorded instance of pirates forcing someone to "walk the plank".
It took the two Turtles about half an hour to see everything and they were met at the exit by a huge man with a "huger" voice. "Hello little girl, har,har,har!!", he boomed, "I would like to make me a rope with your pony tails, har, har, har!" Tiny grabbed Myrtle's legs and Myrtle picked her up. Safely in Mommy's arms, she fixed her killer stare on the offending pirate. He tried more "hars" and oneliners but couldn't illicit as much as a smile from Tiny who's unflinching stare was still fixed on the pirate...
After the pirates the Turtles took off in search of apple juice. Cafe Matisse came highly recommended and Myrtle took the sent with Tiny in tow. They walked passed the Court and had to make their way through a crowd of people peering into four smallish buses. It was only when the two Turtles looked into the buses upon passing that Myrtle realised they passengers were prisoners arriving for their hearings and the crowd was made up of their anxious family members. Some of the prisoners were shouting and staring and Myrtle held onto her Tiny's hand, almost running away. They ran to the library (you never know when an escape takes place and, being South African, Myrtle is ever aware of the possibility of being caught in the crossfire) but the library was still closed and Myrtle turned on her heel and walked, at speed, back to the car. The library is one of the oldest buildings in town and it apparently has a creepy dungeon, that Myrtle wanted to inspect, but she never got round to returning... One scary morning filled with mock pirates and then some real ones. Mmmmm.
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