PITCHHHH

Imagine the Treasure Island guards, looking out over the walls into the Bay and seeing a dozen or so ships floating towards the island. These aren't the normal authorized ships that come from the shore. No, these were different, these were... Colorful. As they get nearer, the faint noise of music was barely audible over the rushing shoreline. As they got closer, it became louder and louder, and the noise of people screaming and shouting was heard as well. The song was different, independent if you must say so. There was smoke billowing from each ship. It smelled like marijuana and as the ships approached and the smell thickened the guards nod in agreement that it is smoke. After confirming with their superiors that no ships are due today, the guards look at each other in bewilderment. These were hippies, coming for the Treasure Island Music Festival. Ready to discover American citizens held captive against their will. This was the discovery of an unforeseen leader.