So, getting back to the story, Barnaby and I had just beached our pirated boat somewhere's in Rhode Island and we were doing our best to put as many tracks as we could 'tween that ship and ourselves. We managed to thumb a ride with an elderly couple who were on their way from a day at the beach back to Foxwoods. Thank god for them folks. Now, I ain't none too sure about the Pequot tribe who stakes the claim to Foxwoods, but I will say that the buffet that Barnaby and I snuck into was as close to heaven I've been since my youth on the plains. I ate damn near my own weight in chicken nuggets. Sure enough though, some security guard sees me take a swig outta me hip flask and he comes an asks us for our meal ticket. After we got kicked out, we started making our way along the highway, the direction we hoped led home. The trail wasn't none too smooth for us, but I'll fill ya in t'morrow, an old man needs some rest.