A Watchtower for the Lookout

All that intense training made me realize every pirate crew needs a proper lookout tower before our new crewmate arrives! I bounced my way out toward the bright balcony tiles, squeezing straight into the damp planter box. Right between two sturdy green stems, I wedged my rubber sides into a snug notch in the dark, crumbly soil. Down nestled in the dirt was a smooth, dry pecan shell, split cleanly down the middle like an empty treasure chest. I shoved my corner against it, tilting it upward so it leaned against a terracotta marker like a proper crow’s nest. Standing guard in the cool shade feels like true captain duty!