In a bar, while picking from several plates of ocean dwelling foodstuffs, it was impossible not to notice a couple of hardened
drinkers dawdling nearby, eyeballing the grub like pelicans. Next upping the nudge to comments, such as, “In my opinion, this place
serves the best conch fritters on the whole island.” Followed by, “you gonna eat all that?” and, since of course I was not going to eat all that, I invited the pirate sots to help themselves. They bayed in consternation and then plunged upon the fritters.