Well 'mates, even the angriest of seas have to get along sometime, and hear at Scott's Head, the Atlantic Ocean meets the Caribbean Sea. Bree and I swam with the mermaids in the Caribbean portion. I swam out far enough to see the ocean shelf drop off into the abyss of Davie Jone's locker. I actually opened eyes and could see to the bottom (about 40 feet). Although the salt had me eyes crying for help.
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i think you need to change the name of your blog because you no longer live in a bunker. the pictures are awesome, although i wish i could say the same about robert's pirate accent. thanks for the updates.
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