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.