A PAPAYA that once came from Latin America was really fond of pirate stories that she read in books or saw in the movies. “I want to meet a real pirate someday!”, she used to say to fruit and vegetables of the garden, wishing her dream to come true. So much did she love pirate stories that she even dressed up as a pirate in the carnival.
“You will never meet a pirate, as there are not pirates any more!”, a Date told her one day when he saw her wear a pirate hat. Finding it hard to come to terms with reality, the Papaya sulked. “But they are a part of history!”, she replied stubbornly, and started to contemplate on the various regions were pirates could still possibly be found in Greece, as she had read quite a lot about the famous pirates of the Aegean sea.
First she visited the island of Melos and headed to the sea caves near Kleftiko, a place rumored to have been the hideout of the most ferocious pirates in the Mediterranean. So impressed was she by what she saw, that her imagination filled with images of pirate ships hiding from their enemies. No matter how hard she looked for them, however, not a single pirate was to be found or even anything that would remind her of their times.
She then visited Naoussa in Paros, which was thought of as the biggest pirate base in the whole Aegean sea. The bravest pirates from faraway seas would visit this port to find shelter and rest for the winter. Yet again, not a single pirate was to be found among the locals, and nobody even remembered seeing one.
Last she visited Mani in south Peloponnese, which she had heard, claimed to be the home town of the most renowned pirate families. So fearsome were they, that foreigners called Mani “The Big Algiers”. As soon as she set her foot on a place like this, she asked each and every person she met, only to be met with disappointment as there was nothing left reminiscent of the pirate age.
“Maybe you’re right, pirates are no more…”, the Papaya admitted to the Date. “I searched the whole Aegean sea and found nothing that reminds of them”, she continued. Seeing her really disappointed, the Date then suggested they go on a trip together.
So, our good Papaya packed her bags once again. This time they left for a different destination, that is, Crete, and more specifically, the beach of Vai in the east, which is covered with a palm forest. As the scenery reminded her of a pirate movie, the Papaya became very impressed and started wondering how palm trees could be found in a place like this.
“They say the first palm tree sprouted when an Arab pirate brought dates with him and threw the first seed on the ground!”, explained the Date to her, taking great pride in his origin. They then climbed the rocks near the shore and stared at the palm trees covering the beach and stretching to the depths of the horizon.
And so, our good Papaya stopped complaining as she finally got what she wanted....