Nestled at the edge of a small cove sits a small village that seems like a tropical paradise.  Beautiful sunrises, gorgeous white sandy beaches and not a sound but the waves lapping at the shore line.  That’s because everyone is passed out!  This peaceful seaside paradise comes to life as most people are headed to bed.  The Drunken Parrot, the only bar for what seems forever, is the hot spot almost every night.  Barmaids run around serving the needs of each and every pirate while they toss bottles, glasses and leftover food.  It "Damn ye, yellow-bellied sapsuckers, I'm a better man than all of ye milksops put together" - Blackbeardis nothing to see a pirate swinging a barstool or bottle trying to crush someone’s head.  As the pirates drink themselves into a drunken stupor, some have enough sense to find rooms for the night but those that are not as intelligent end up passing out in A Large Clearing near the tavern.  Some have even been found down the paths to their ships.  But each day those pirates get up and shuffle off to their ships and are replaced by another band of pirates that evening.  It’s a vicious cycle but it’s a PIRATE LIFE FOR SURE!