Day 3 tung tung

Daylight descended rather suddenly upon the campground, startling the fatigued campers awake. Scratch that, it was just the bright flashlight of someone going to use the bathroom after the horrendous potatoes from last night’s dinner; word spreads that the ghost of a swindling Irish potato pirate, Mattheus Jacoby Felperin the 3rd, stole our potatoes and replaced them with not so scrumptious rocks. Undeterred by the adversities of the last night, we quickly packed up and made our way to our next destination; the ship of endless chatter… (ominous music). They say whoever boards the ship will be haunted by the endless chatter of the zombie captain Greg but gain useful knowledge for their future endeavors. Later, a failed robbery led to an intriguing endeavor of learning indigenous hunting tactics. Just know, the dragonflies are the best hunters. A quick game of rubbing feet and playing mafia-Bryant’s feet stink-we set onto sea yet again. We were plagued by mosquitos the entire voyage, flying monstrosities the size of small aircrafts that would drink every last drop of blood from our bodies if we let them. They were so gargantuan we could see or reflections in the bulbous and beady eyes. The endless lapping waves continued and it felt like at any moment our party would reach worlds end or the river Styx. Achilles bathed in the river Styx to get his power and the ultimate weakness in his heel. We bathed in the river Patuxent to gain no powers and a treasure map of bug bites adorning our ankles. I aint seen skeeters this big since Nam.  The day was long and hard, baking in the sun while waiting for Captain Olivia to figure out where was safe to dock, we finally arrived at el dorado. The home of showers and cabins. A few seconds in, Matt and Bryant capsized and started drowning in inch deep water. Finally, we made our way to the beautiful cabins, with actual bathrooms, working bathrooms, fancy showers. Amazing, we know. Everyone could finally escape the assault of the pineapple punishers funk and Bryant’s feet. 

Written by Lydia, Isaac, and Michelle
 Facilitators note: There was no real danger to Matt or Bryant. Our facilitator Matt tripped while getting out of his boat and got a little wet.