Yarr’ me old sea dogs. I have just returned from a grand voyage to the eastern Canadian territories known as Nova Scotia. There myself and me old sea cappin’ red beard rum went-a-hiking and campin’ around the Maritimes.
And here be the tale of me epic journeyYARR!
We set sail on the sixth of the sixth month of the calendar. The sailing was generally good however we did encounter some stormy weather near the harbour o’ Halifax..
.. after the brutal seas around the harbour we were sure in need of a stiff drink, so off we went to the local brewers..
..the locals however were somewhat queer with allÂ theirÂ dancin’ and clappin’ and such..
…red beard was gettin’ somewhat restless and had to be reminded of the rules of the establishment…
..with that gruff reminder we took our leave in search of a less queer watering hole…
…with that old red beard was able to find himself a niceÂ Frenchie mistress for the evening..
After the first night red beard was after some adventurin’ and led us into the wilderness..
..the winds were fierce and the cliffs mighty..
..but not once did red beard show any sign of fear..
..once the day was done, we was rewarded for our efforts..
The third day saw our mighty vessel spring a leak. After some swift handwork by a local merchant, we was back in action..
..twas this day we met the infamous Ted and his mighty mobile fire pits..
Day four we encountered a terrifying sea creature the likes nay been seen by any man..
..red beard thought it wise we had inland away from the foul beasts. We sailed into the National Park known as Kejimkujik, there we found to red beard’s great amusement some swinging chair devices..
Day five, red beard and I decided to take the small skiff out and explore the inland seas..
..the weather was rough though I had no fear, for red beard was always sure of his bearings..
..heading out, some local wildlife made itself an easy target..
..our cannons missed the beast however and it scampered away. Nar matter, as there was much ocean to be traversed this day..
Yarrr, day six we visited the distant French fortress of Louisbourg. Though their fortress may be grand..
..though we couldn’t help thinking that their army was somewhat lacking..
..again we couldn’t shore up in these waters when there were more interestin’ places to be visitin’ …
Day seven ’twas a gloomy sorta day so we went adventurin’ in the woodlands in Cape Breton island..
..from a distance we spied our campin’ destination, the most northerly site in the whole lands ..
..the weather was grim, though red beard and I persevered on and cooked us a hearty meal..
We was swift in departin the dreary camp and its crazy drunken sailors..
..we was headin for the most famous hike in all of Nova Scotia..
..unfortunately the weather nay favour us here either. Red beard put a brave face on it tho..
..despite this there was beauty to be had..
.. after a long day on the open sea we were pleasured by the indoor space provided to warm our sodden feet..
And off again we scamper, this time we sail down the eastern shore away from Cape Breton..
..thar we found some sand with which to enjoy ourÂ maritimeÂ sea tales..
The last day of our epic voyage and we was both feelin rather weary, smelly, and our hair was somewhat greasy..
..our weariness was not long lasted however as we pulled into the zenith of our adventures, Peggys Cove..
.. followed by some grog and sea shanties..