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What happens at the Store?
Many have said that upon entering the best pirate supply store in San Francisco, they get a sensation of déjà vu. Others walk in and feel at once the miracle work of an unseen hand. Yet there are those whose eyes bulge and shrink simultaneously while their thoughts are so convoluted that they are unable to shout or mutter the question that most plagues them: “What is this place?”
The store log is weekly account of actual events that occur in the shop, as well as testimonials, comments and complaints from our customers.
February 21, 2007
February 15, 2007
Jacket of the day: Lost Angeles County Coroner
Hat of the day: C.P.I.: Manufacturers of Taper Roof Systems
Q: If you’re American, you’re outside the bathroom. Where are you if you’re from Europe?
A: European.
February 12, 2007
A filthy woman came in. Not filthy like she couldn’t help it. Filthy like intentionally filthy. Dirt under her fingernails. Dreadlocks. Dirt smeared all over her face and eyelids, as well as strokes of what appeared to be pastel chalk in shades of blue and pink. Her backpack was covered in dust. But she was wearing an un-pilly wool tunic dress and clean shoes. She walked around the store for a while carrying a bar of Queen Crossbones soap, but ended up buying a button and a seashell.
February 02, 2007
