Part 2: The Saul Island toll booth.



Never mind you then. Just a point of info before we go though:





They used to make it from authentic black beard. Nowadays it's mostly old rope and tar.


It has quite a kick.
I have to keep it in isolation, else it rattles the other drinks off the shelf.

It's a powerful concoction. Not for the faint of heart. Or stomach.

It tastes fine, but don't look too closely at the floaty bits.

Very popular with yer young party-pirate types.




Its got that name because of its feline enbravening qualities.


Gives cats guts!

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Time to set sail.



The Main Theme:

It appears that an iron gate is barring our way.

Let me pass, barrier. I'll give you money.
...
It looks like this barrier can't be bought.
Oh well. Time to resolve the situation through peaceful negotiations I suppose...
I long for the moment when Nelly finds a proper cutlass.

...
Ahoy matey!



I man the toll booth here.


It's a funny thing though...
I work here all night and all day...






I'd love to help you gal, but I can't let you through without a gate pass.


One time the tourists was goin' across all the time...
... lookin' at all the funny little men over there.
Then 'bout a month ago, the Baron withdrew all the passes.
Ain't that a thing?


People used to say there's a great treasure hidden somewhere on the island.
P'raps he's looking for it.




I need my job.





Then a LePer colony sprung up and the tourists stopped comin'.


The Baron might be employin' a Juju man.


I hear he works black magic near the old Saul mine.
I guess that's all the information we really need. But wait a moment...


That's how most pirates lose their hands.
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Excuse me... What's in the box?

They're mostly my desert island disks, mostly...
blues, a few sea shanties, and some heavy rock.







This update is shorter than expected because my computer keeps crashing in mid-update.