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Sir Francis Drake and the Spanish Galleon Chorizo
In Bodega Bay, on a bright summer morning, I take my son Danny treasure hunting. Along the way I am able to teach him a few things.
1) Treasure can be ANYWHERE, you never know where it might by laying, and how!
2) Pirates were hiding treasure all over the place because of leaky boats and navigational errors in the swashbuckling days before GPS and iPhones.
3) When treasure hunting for buccaneer spoils, you must shout “AH HA!” and point dramatically from time to time. This is to keep all treasure hunters on their toes, and show places that could be significant — like a clue.
With these things explained, we are well underway, going down the road to the beach. Neat vacation houses give way to breezy vistas, hills going gently down where you can see Bodega Bay and the water glittering in the sun.
“Dad, what is sawshuckling?” asks Danny.
“Swashbuckling? That is a fancy word for dancing — pirates love to dance like maniacs before they attack.” I tell him, and I show him a few of their moves.
“It looks like karate.”
“Sure — Pirate Karate!”
We are passing the last part of the golf course before we start on the trail down the bluffs.
