The tranquility of the town of Edam is pierced by the blood curling war cry that resounds from the throat of the maniacal airborne misfit. Will he or won't he is the question on everyones lips. He floats over the murky depths below for what seems like an eternity, the opposing bank seemingly so close yet so far. The front foot, thuds softly onto grass...the hind leg however touches with a resounding splash as the brown liquid engulfs the other half of himself. An uproar ensues, laughter, followed by applause. Will he be befouled by hepatitis or will his fate be far worse, a morning spent in bestenched boardshorts. Who knows, but one is reminded of these famous words, 'Do or do not, there is no try' in which the latter certainly pertains to this one drenched, odiferous 'Pirate'.
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