Living by the ocean, often feels like you're at the edge of the world. Tons of stuff gets washed up on the shores all the time. Every now and then, I like to think up stories about where the stuff came from.
Glass? Empty grog bottles hurled in the ocean by pirates. Obviously.
Wood? Splinters from wooden legs. Of course.
Footwear? Easy. Was attached to the wooden leg at one point.
But this, this one baffles me....
What would a pirate be doing with a keyboard?