On Saturday evening, July 26, two ships full of Kiwanians set sail from Duffy Boats in Huntington Harbor, cruised the local islands, traded with the local natives, and in general stimulated the local economy.  After a closely contested scavenger hunt, the team guided by Captain Don Hull were the victors.  

That evening, the winning crew received a bounty of riches, including the coveted Pickled Shark Trophy.  Alas, while under the hospitality and protection of the District Deputy Grand Exalted Ruler, some sea scum ran off with the trophy.  Since the beginning of dirt, the trophy has been handed down from captain to captain, recognizing only a few who have led their jubilant crew safely back to dock.  But now, a treacherous act from a malcontent, surely the spawn of the devil, has violated our order and has made off with our holy grail, the Pickled Shark Trophy.  Surely famine has driven this laggard to do commit such a dastardly deed. 

Check out the photos below and see if you can pick out this villain.  Click on the thumbnail photos below for larger images.

The wenches store the provisions.	Capt. Jim starts barking orders to his crew.	Dinner time.	Great food from Parties by Panache.	Dr. Tom toasts the to-be-victorious crew with a solution of Sprite	High speed pursuit.
Desperation paddling.	Foooood.	The Coveted   Shark Trophy Click on the photo to make it larger.		Our salute to the military.	What was the pirate holding in his hand.
				The Shark is passed on once more.
	The winning team.			The "other" team.
Thanks to Joe Salazar for putting this fun-raiser together.