Day Three in Fort Pierce, aka Trampton
Whence our heroes discovered innumerable blisters in their beloved hull
The day began brightly, with the sun, at 7 a.m. A breakfast of cereal and coffee led to a trip to the West Marine, where Aaron and Brian searched in vain for trisodium phosphate (TSP). Resolving to use a similar-sounding chemical that was stowed on the boat, our brave brothers started smoothing yesterday’s exposed blisters and cleaning them with the aforementioned solution.
Soon enough, it dawned upon the duo that many more blisters remained cloistered beneath the deep blue surface of the hull. Again seizing hammer and chisel, our gladiators hacked hell from holy ghost, scarcely pausing for breath in the acrid fog that enveloped the good ship. Acid flowed from her wounds like the noble blood of Roman patriots, so that the ground became soaked and the brothers’ tools waxed slick. Still they toiled, arms aching, heads throbbing in the midday sun.
A lunch of peanut butter and jelly revived the spirits of our champions, spurring them on in the stinging sun and saturating stench of the boat’s bloodletting. The air became black with waning light and curses, at which time our protagonists laid down their weapons for the day and made for the beach.
There, they discovered a showerhead, previously overlooked, and took full advantage of the outdoor facility, to the delight of a nearby Mexican family. Adding this resource to their growing mental list, they stealthily obtained ice from the Day’s Inn, purchased supplies at the Home Despot, and returned to the ship for a dinner of beans and hot dogs. After taking a fine meal and a cool breezy evening above decks, our weary heroes relaxed in literature and blankets for the remainder of the night.