Dave, Libby, Molly and I had our Kruger Farm adventure today. Here are some pictures to document the occasion. 
Dave and Molly head into the pumpkin patch.
Molly is in the barn. Molly sees...
Swimming in front of my eyes was a large sea bound ship. It bobbed up and down, nodding affirmatively as I questioned it about my future as a mariner. It seemed my only option. I looked around the pier wondering if anyone had followed me to this potential get-away. Something moved in the shadows and rather than wait to distinguish what had moved, I scampered up onto the quarter deck.
I stepped into a crowd of others who had also accepted a life at sea. A tall man stood to my left with long, greasy, brown hair. He smiled at me, revealing a set of yellow, broken teeth. On my right, a collection of red-haired men stood together looking comfortable with each other. They laughed and reacted to each other knowingly. The tall, greasy man nudged me and said, "The Riley clan." He smiled widely and bounced his head up and down. He kept starring at me, smiling. I smiled quickly then turned away from him. He nudged me again and extending his hand to me said, "They call me Boris. What do they call you?"
"Ah..." I responded. I looked over my shoulder and into the shadows. I was feeling increasingly anxious about the movement I had seen in the shadows. Boris grabbed my hand and began shaking it. He repeated his question to me and I muttered to him that my name was Milo and that it was a pleasure to make his acquaintance. At that, he stopped bouncing his head and instead looked at me curiously.
"What part of London you from?" he questioned me.
"No part, I'm not from London." I said and looked back over my shoulder. Something moved again. This time I saw the rising sun reflect off what could only be a silver-plated pistol held in the hand of a man wearing a long black coat that brushed against the bottom of his knees. He looked at the ship from under his dark bowler hat. I turned my back to him and held my breath. Had he seen me?
To be continued...
