You, the men, and Parrot head to the local Tavern called Legs for one-Leggers, Arrrr. The men shuffle in and stir up the already stircrazy pirates boozing it and flirting with the baristas. You flip the bartender some gold aztek coins and buy a round for your boys. They cheer while singing songs of pirates lives for them. You find an empty booth in the corner, in the shade of the room, out of the way of all the comotion, hustle and bustle. You tip your hat low and drink your rum. The rum sure is good here you think to yourself. Memories of your past life come into play. You contemplate whats happened to all of your friends and family. At least you made it out. At least there's that! You sulk in the corner drinking rum and rejecting any baristas request for you to dance. Towards the end of the night you leave without anyone knowing...You...