Ahoy, there, mateys! ‘Tis I, the Dread Pirate Debily, and I’m here to tell ye landlubbers about my adventures with the scurvy young lads of Pack 303.
‘Twas their great “Graduation Campout” of ’09, and the weather had been a-fright all week. Stormin’, and thunderin’ I tell ye. But those scalliwags they set a course for adventure and fun and pitched their tents right beside me ol’ pirate ship at Camp Wisdom. ‘Twas fine sailin’ weather after all, and the lads brought the wee’uns and the old’uns to share the adventure.
‘Twas midafternoon when the seadogs turned sour and we found ourselves in the midst of a fierce battle between the Tigers and Wolves, Bears and Webelos. There was a’splashin of the water balloons, and a’hurlin’ of the water, and the leaders were a’fightin’ to stay dry.
The fightin’ was fierce, and the scalliwags were everywhere. But the leaders fought bravely, aye, they did.
Aye, our cubmaster was a’lookin’ a lot like Cap’n Morgan.
The seas between the ships became afoul but those lads fought through the mud. Tough little buggers, I tell ye.
Then it was time for the eatin’. Aye, we were feastin’ like royalty on hot dogs and macaroni and cheese.
Those lads donned their Class A uniforms for the crossin’ over ceremony. No more piratin’ for them.
They were a’showin’ their Bear badges for the last time. ‘Tis time to walk the plank, mateys, and cross over to Webelos!
The lads journeyed to the circle where the crossin’ over was to be. The mosquitoes were thick, but those hearty boys just made the best of it.
And then it was time to walk the plank! The lads, they lined up and took their paces. The parents lashed the scalliwags with the new neckerchief and shiver me timbers! They were Webelos.
Mighty Scorpion Patrol, ready for action!