Vincent Cousteau here in search of the elusive Sea Potato. Mother has finally let me take the wheel, only I can't go anywhere because we're stuck waiting for the ferry to PEI. Daddy has called this "shades of Britney" and I have no idea what he's talking about. You will note that on the high seas (or the Northumberland Strait, at least) one must wear stylish but functional headwear. I have donned my Mishka original design specifically for this adventure. It is the best hat I have ever owned. It is really quite perfect. Indeed, in this shade of carrot, I have had to fight off many ladies to get on the boat because I am too sexy for the maritimes and those poor girls are only human. Wait! Is that a spud to starboard? Argggghhhh. Twas only a cormorant. Wake me up when we get to the red sands of Prince Edward Island.
