When: 10th July 2022 Where: Grave Yard Inn Who: @kazpopov
It was another hot day, and the patrons who normally spent their time to the walls of the dingy grave yard inn were spilling out into the street. Music was playing, the sun was shining, almost everyone had a beer. It was perfect, in Nadia’s eyes. Everything about why she became a pirate, why she stuck with this community despite her birth right being far from it, could be summed up in this picture.
She sat on the edge, leaning back in the sun, drink in hand, and basking in the beauty of it all. The spray from the waves crashing against the docks below her was refreshing in the heat, and she was just taking a sip of her chilled drink when she caught a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. “If you’ve come for another bottle, I’m afraid you won’t find what you’d like here.” Whilst she loved the Inn, she certainly never went there to excite her tastebuds.
