Me story: I was the captain of a grand ship called The Prize. Me crew and I went ashore for some much needed leave. We had been drinking for some time when I got asked to join a card game. At the end of the game I lost me ship. Later in a fit of depression. I was playing a game of darts with the owner of the pub. I was doing really well and he kept raising the bet the drunker I got. Finally, he bet his pub. I needed 3 bulls to win. He poured me a double and offered a toast before me turn. I drank up and threw me 3 darts all landing in the center of the bulls eye. Me first mate grabbed up the deed to the pub and put it in safe hands. So, now I'm shipless but own a pub. If me crew ever sobbers up we'll go after me ship. Until then we are the Pyrates of the Pub.
Looks like I'm gonna be the only pirate in camp this year at The BucCornEar Festival. Any one wanna come join me? It's a great camping spot and festival!
