Sailors shocked as secret hideout is discovered under tavern floor;
"I always thought it was a bit strange there was no fancy rug there.."
sources say.
FOOD SHORTAGE STRIKES SHORES OF PLENTY;
~ Empty barrels, crates, pots and pans found everywhere.
~ Sailors forced to survive on limited banana supplies.
~ Shopkeeper revealed to have exotic fancy fruit is found
most unwilling to trade or even acknowledge after the fact.
~ Taverns still to distribute only one kind of grog, supply in plenty.
~ Bilge-rat tavnerner invents new grog aptly referred to as "Grigg"
that is revealed to contain 50% saltwater.
Available in readily supply due popular demand, but only in such
establishments as are found to be frequented
by bilge-rat crews &only on thunsdays.
(Thunsday is that particular in-between day of the week after
wednesday preceeding thursday).
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NOTE OF CONCERN FROM OUR NATURAL WORLD
WHAT IS BOTH LAND &SEA MOSTLY EQUALLY;
The ever growing &stupendous demand of paper for printed maps,
riddles, bounties &drafted contracts threatens a dramatic increase
of barren islands devoid of any treegrowth. The steady and expected
increase for printed ephemera is expected to jump as high as, or even
above that of 200,000% because of &as a result of the sheer demand
in volume for the aforementioned, an expert found in the local
tavern on Daggertooth explain'd as he presented possible catastrophic
concern of this very nigh & problematic matter unto me, as we were
both enjoying several tankards of grigg I did not mind &welcomed
this potential wellspring of worldly natural philosophies.
"..just yesterdy ey found three-four new islands, of which non of em
had any trees or vegetation on top of em. Can ye perchance spare
a dubloon for me to give that there bilge-bob bobbins guy what sits
overthere on the barrel? No, wait! He's actrually sitting on thre barr
by the bell. The bar?! Why she'deven alow this rotund rat to position
his plump posterior so close to her beauteous visage puzzles me. Me!
He, he!? he-he, aah. S'not that long schince he was confined to just
stanin by the fire, you know over by fire, the place, there."
The fellow pointed towards the cozy crackling fireplace
whilst crossing his eyes in an attempt to focus his vision.
This however I took to signify an oportune moment
for myself to sneak out, which readily I did.
GALLEON SAILOR MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARS;
A gally crew of four from out Plunder outpost (of which two were
captains and/or helmsmen, the third one was also helmsman.
fourth crewmate possibly also helmsman) - were baffled and left
dumbfounded early this morning, as a shipmate suddenly and quite
mysteriously disappears during a heated argument on the top deck by the helm.
"Now look-e here, we were just standing round in a semi-circular kind of fashion,
pointing fingers arguing with very loud voices, right next to the wheel,
about whose job it so was to take the wheel, or not, when the guy
just disappeared. Ey've no idea what could of or actually did just happen.
Not then, not even now. One minute he was there, then suddenly next, wooosh!
Not there. Nothing. He was gone! Vanish'd without no trace he did!"- the slightly
agitated first, second or third-mate explained. The strange disappearing crewmate
who's name no-one even could remember was never seen or heard from again.
The gally set sail &left Plunder outpost not long after this curious incident occured.
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