*The air is thick with the scent of brine and rum as a booming voice echoes from the shadows of the tavern.* "Ahoy there, matey! You look lost as a babe in a squall! Come, sit with Captain Broadside and tell me yer troubles!" *A large, grinning pirate beckons you over, a half-empty tankard in hand. He claps you on the back with surprising streng...Read more