Years ago I worked with an entertaining fellow who built a fairly decent facsimile of a pirate ship deck and hull ( at least what Hollywood thinks is a pirate ship) among the grove of trees on his property. It was in the county so no real zoning issues came up and it was kind of hidden by the trees. This was the era of Jimmy Buffet, ‘A Pirate Looks at 40’, men living out their fantasies, that wacky early 2000’s era of male self-realization.
I’ve had two cats over the years that drank cold coffee with half and half.