We fell in with a group of perspective pirates on the Büyük Ada; I couch Raspberry on what will be expected of her once we find a suitable yacht to board -how to hold a knife in your teeth and growl menacingly, division of booty- you know, stuff like that. She negotiates for first pick of edibles, while the rest of us take what we like from what she refers to as "Monkey Stuff."
We swim for shore; under a torrent of aspersions cast against Monkeys in general and one in particular, I explain, "That's why it's called a plan."
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