Deep in the night, James woke me up to say “R.”
I said “What?”
“R!”
This was not a piratical “ARRR!” or even a sea lion-ish “AWR!” This sounded like someone asked what letter came after Q.
“Huhngh?”
“It’s talk like a pirate day! R!”
“That’s the worst pirate I’ve ever heard.”
“Avast, me havarti!”
“Havarti?”
“Cheese ahoy!”
“You got no sea cred.” (I thought this was pretty clever for 1 AM and groggy.)
“R!”
Then he started laughing hysterically, and I think I fell back asleep. Possibly I dreamed the whole thing.