The piratey mates of bunkhouse Virginia were found layin' low on the deck of their domain around high tide and noon day of the summer sun. Mate Luiz Hidalgo having just swabbed the deck, er, we'z mean hiz self and smelt right pretty to his mates who'd chosen to be more scurvy than pretty, joined his scallywag mates on deck to pose for this photo. We'z think the Captain Morgan of the group be the one in the middle they'z call "Chandler". He'z did appear to rule the roost with his deckhand humor and good spirits as he raved on with his other mates, Barrera and Sullivan. Argh!
Local media was hoping they'd have been breaking out the ale as we'd be a thirsty group in dis here heat, but alas all these land lubber's possessed was a old box fan to keep cool. Spirits were in no way dampened by the lack of ale aboard this deck and there be no signs of mutiny in the air. Seems these mates also possessed no cabin boy to help keep things tidy as socks and shorts littered the place from bow to stern, reminding local media of its time it encountered the Pirates who Don't Do Anything (who just stay at home and lie around!)...