Je Suis Une Bandite De La Mer!

On our last night in Wellington, the moment came which you all know I have been waiting for... yes! The premier of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. It might not have been attended by glitzy Hollywood actors, or even a cast member from Shortland Street, but a group of eager pirates from the YHA were there, excited and dressed up to the nines (or, in my case, dressing like a french pirate, hense the title of this post):


We were greeted by a bunch of scurvy dogs, who were frankly a little too aggressive to be true pirates. They showed us to our seats, and out excitement only increased when we realised we had free chocolate booty. After a hearty 'huzza!' the film began. And what an experience!



We were glued to the screen, full of joy and despair, amazement and disbelief. For those of you who haven't seen it, I won't spoil any of it, but it is ace, as Laura, Fred and Katie show below. My bizarre, slightly stunned expression comes from how little I fancied Captain Jack Sparrow in it- a fact I'm still trying to come to terms with. But drink up me hearties, yo ho!