A Royal Pavement Hopscotch

Days of commanding me fleet by the slatted bench left me boots itching for some landlubber sport! Marching out of the gravel harbor, I ventured onto the flat red brick path stretching across the lawn. Spying a small white chalk fragment wedged in a weathered seam, I hoisted the crumb with both hands and dragged it across the rough brick, sketching three grand jumping squares! With a bold pirate roar, I hopped boots-first from the red stone into the very first chalk outline, wobbling on one heel while me wooden cutlass kept me balance. Conquering the royal pavement games can mean only one thing—time to claim me booty!