The Great Mariners Inn Plot

Keats Camps has established itself fairly well in Vancouver as that typical, waterfront summer camp. In consequence of this, it’s close proximity to Pasley, and my parents own roots there; all three Chalmers kids have each, in turn, paid their homage and spent at least one obligatory week in its vicinity. For all those acquainted with Keats, Mariners Inn will be a familiarly, renowned as it is for both its bargain stock of quality candy and resulting long line ups. The perennial wait for ones confectionary, is however, a price only campers have to pay; the cottagers upon Keats allowed not only to consume the precious stock, but enter the shop itself, opposed to standing, outside, in the blistering heat, assembled beneath a window. My brother, currently a camper, and thus, a subordinate to those lucky cottagers, has, with the aid of yours truly, hatched a master plan to evade this humiliating experience. I, a recent recipient of my very own “Pleasure Craft Operator Card,” would nip over to Keats in the Dawn Treader, meet him in some clandestine corner, take his candy order, and buy the items using his account. The one hitch in our grand scheme accented Sam’s priory disregarded tendency to “misbehave,” or, more appropriately, wreak havoc. This year’s incident occurred, unfortunately for him, on the first day, and involved either Off Spray or Silly String (both of which equally ominous), entailing a punishment of the harshest nature; a closed mariner’s inn account. So naturally, upon giving my brother’s name, I was given a slightly suspicious look and asked to pay with cash alternatively. Most conveniently, the idea that I was aiding and abetting a criminal didn’t crop up until I had received my ice-cream, and my brother, his bubble-gum jones. By the time it occurred to the staff that they probably should have inquired further, I was halfway back to Pasley.