When pigs swim ... and Bahama tourists dive in with them
It was another day in paradise for Wilbur, Midnight, Frank, and family when captain Roy Pinder appeared in his gleaming white boat, motoring toward their sugar-sand beach.
They looked up, perhaps curiously, perhaps expectant.
Or perhaps they were just bored. This, after all, was not the first boat to arrive at their narrow island.
Mr. Pinder (or Crazy Roy, as he’s known in these parts) anchored a short distance offshore. His guests, a family from Los Angeles, slipped excitedly into the turquoise water, smartphones lifted above the gentle waves.
As the visitors neared the sand, Frank and friends hoisted themselves up, tilted their heads, and began ambling toward the water. Soon, they were in the surf, paddling over to the Angelenos.
The visitors let out delighted shrieks. They took photos. They took selfies. They gasped and giggled.
“Go on,”
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