Home Grown Pirates

Boxed in and filled with sand like a dry ocean the towering creosote soaked pillions take the form of an old shipwreck with riggings, planks and a captain's wheel. Paid by the commons for the children to enjoy. "Aye scalawags all aboard," shouts a portly pint size scoundrel. Hence heed the call and came skipping from his yard none other than six year old Suleiman. "Halt boy, There are no black pirates" says the patched eye little thug within ear shot of his parents. Keeping the world of thievery squarely in the domain of whitey.