We found a ship's rope on the rocks of Pleasure Island, right about the spot where there were Yankee and Reb skirmishes (you get the fort, we get the fort). Meanwhile, in the waters of Mobile Bay, the Union boats came in to try to capture Mobile, Alabama, led by naughty-mouthed Farragut who said, "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" Sorry for saying that, but that's what he said. It's historical accurate to quote him. Besides, I sort of like that word for the times when "Curse the torpedoes" just won't do, don't you?
With such romantic and turbulent and naughty-mouthed history on and off the rocks of Pleasure Island, our ship's rope is an intriguing mystery to me. Oh, sure, it's probably from a shipful of bananas from Brazil (still intriguing!) from 1992, but maybe, what if, it's something far more interesting, like a rope from the Battle of Mobile Bay in 1864. Maybe a rope thrown from the Tennessee as the Rebs hoped to escape their captured ship?
Okay, okay, when all is said and done, it's. a. rope. A rope that needs to do ropey things. So after keeping it coiled up for a few years, we finally thought of a good use for our insanely cool rope: with a really (really) big board it makes a wonderful swing.
(p.s. It still smells like seawater.)