The Crow's Nest

I scrambled away from the coiled serpent and marched straight toward the towering wooden fence! Wedged low between two weathered planks was a rusty metal shelf bracket pointing right up like a yardarm. With a mighty leap, I grabbed the flat iron edge, hoisted my boots onto a rough knot in the cedar wood, and planted myself atop the narrow metal ledge! From this staggering height, the entire patio sea lay charted below. Raising me wooden sword against the sky on the highest lookout can mean only one thing—time to claim me booty!