On Sunday, Lomax and I embarked on a high-seas (er, public transportation) adventure with five other scurvy sea dogs and the people whose lives they’ve shanghaied for the last year and a half.
Our tale begins at the Metro Blue Line station in Long Beach, where we gathered our crew for an hourlong trip on the train and subway into Hollywood. This is a rare photograph of our fierce captain, the Dread Pirate Nevada. That’s First Mate Liam and Bonny Wee Mika in the background — we promise, Captain Nevada, they’re not laughing at you:
And here’s Lomax the Cabin Boy, gleefully singing sea chanties from his deck-swabbing position on our vessel:
When we arrived at our destination, the humans needed nourishment for the remainder of the voyage, and the crew needed rest:
After a fine afternoon at our port of call — the El Capitan Theater in Hollywood, where we saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest, of course — we boarded our vessel and set our compass for home. Liam and Lomax joined Captain Nevada at his place for a little backyard pillaging and chew-toy plundering, then I took my sleepy little pirate home, where he drifted off in the arms of his favorite wench: