The Scurvy-est thing I saw today.

While talking a brisk walk through the park by my home, I came upon a man head towards the shore of the tiny lake with an air of determination.

He was dressed as some sea men have been known to dress, he carried a bucket one might take to fish, but rather than a pole, he had a handmade gadget that I am not sure has a name:

Twas this the Pirate of Powderhorn Lake?!?!!?!?

I knew the neighborhood had riff raff but I had no idea it had gotten this bad!

This picaroon was dressed in pirate boots, a piratey hat, and, I kid you not, a puffy shirt.

Along with the bucket, he carried a black pole with a child sized plastic chair stuck on the end. I have no clue what that is for- perhaps a perch for his parrrot or to tend to the futtocks shrouds?