Dusk sets on the Pub. The usuals are bellied up to the bar chugging their grog. No action today, or so it seems. And then all Hell breaks loose as a new Captain strolls into the Pub with guns drawn. "Aye, Matey's...they be callin' me Ol' Blood and Bones ye bilge rats! If'n ye would like to find out why, just test me, me hearties! Me thinks ye will know soon enough as to the reasons, but for now, fill me mug with some of ye finest rum. I be in de mood fer drinkin' now, not shootin so you scallywags can breath easy".
Back to business as usual...