That’s quite a grip you’ve got there, matey!

See, told you that grog would be even better if we mixed margaritas into them… so let’s sing some more sea shanties!

Avast there, cousin Dot! I don’t care if you are visiting us from across the bounding main… Shear off there, shipmate. Alter course to starboard or larboard, or I will be forced to send a boarding party!

I sent a warning shot across your bows, now belay that flirtatious fondling of my new best friend, or I will have you keelhauled and drawn-and-quartered, and then make the quarters walk the plank!

Seriously, I know, right? I left for one minute to batten down my hatches and clear my decks for action, and my own cousin from Old Blighty mutinies and tries to wrest away my prize ship.

But your booty is my booty now, if I may make so bold, you salty old sea dog.

And that is about as far as I am willing to take this metaphor… But this was bound happen when a man with a head full of crack squirrels, grogaritas, and pain medication has extra pictures of exploring San Diego with visiting relatives…