Pirates!/portside/pub

The Keelhaul Club

Yarrr! Welcome to the shadiest, piratiest club in all of Portside! If'n ye want a drink, or just want to hit on the slovenly wenches, ye're in the right place! Of course, we've also got some... secret deals.

Ask for our special deal on Skully's Own^© Grog!

Head To...

• Portside Town

Chat With...

The pub is filled with the stench of body odor and grog. Mostly body odor.

Barkeep

A stout, chubby man with quite a beard on his chin. He's the one you want to ask for drinks... or other things.

RICK: Give me the strongest stuff you got.

BARKEEP: Sure thing, kid. Here's a pint of Monkey Island Rum, free of charge.

{The barkeep hands Rick a glass.}

{Rick drinks it.}

RICK: Hmm... kinda sweet.

RICK: Now what's this deal about Skully's Grog?

BARKEEP: A free sample for every customer! Here's a bit!

{The barkeep hands Rick a small glass of grog.}

Bar Wench

What's a bar without a wench? She likes chatting--spreading rumors more than anything.

RICK: You got any people or rumors I should know about, lass?

WENCH: Well a'course I do, hon! You see them pirates over there?

{The wench motions toward the group of rollicking pirates.}

WENCH: They're on the HMS David Bowie. Talk to them about pirates if you want, sugar... but it's risky.

Shady Group

A shady, swarthy bunch of men sit at a table to themselves, playing cards and drinking Skully's Own^© Grog. One of them looks especially frightening.

{The lanky man from the docks comes to the table.}

INTIMIDATING MAN: Well, well! Dread Stan! How's it going?

STAN: Hah, I bumped into some kid early on--sent him clean into the water.

INTIMIDATING MAN: Hahaha! Well done, Dread Stan!

STAN: Thanks.

{Stan sits at the table.}

STAN: Deal.

{One of the pirates deals cards to the group.}

RICK: Hello, I've came to see Captain Skull.

STAN: ... Kid, you're in over your head. The Captain ain't gonna talk to-

CAPTAIN SKULL: ... Let 'im talk.

STAN: ... A-alright, Captain.

CAPTAIN SKULL: Now, then, kid... what do you want?

RICK: I heard you are looking for crew mates. Well, here is one.

CAPTAIN SKULL: ... Well, where is he?

{The pirates laugh.}

RICK: Come on, Skullivan D. Buggy.

CAPTAIN SKULL: My full name's not going to intimidate us.

RICK: Well, do you guys need a deckswabber? I'm one.

CAPTAIN SKULL: ... You know, we've been looking for some manual labor.

STAN: What?

CAPTAIN SKULL: Tell you what... do some work on my ship and I'll let you on.

RICK: You mean I'm a deckswabber on your ship?

???: Excuse me, mates...

{A man wearing a red shirt with a star on it, black pants, white feet with soles at the bottom and a blue and red bandanna tied aroun his head walks up to the table}

BAD SPARROW: Mind if I join the game?

CAPTAIN SKULL: ... I dunno. What position are you looking for?

BAD STARROW: Looks like you wanna get right down to buissness. Alright, then. {Sits down} I wish to be a member of your crew.

CAPTAIN SKULL: ... I like the cut of your jib. Head to my ship, the HMS David Bowie. Talk to Cock-Eye, he might know a good place for ya.

BAD STARROW Yes, captain. Good day to ya. {Gets up and walks out}