Location: coast of North Carolina
Arghhh, it appears that me crew keeps getting infiltrated by some geezer who pretends to be one of the bilge workers. Turns out he's only here to harvest our rum collection, so he can open up his own tavern and claim it as his own. He also keeps mumblin' sumthin' bad about an Olive Garden.
His latest disguise has sumthin to do with Butts or sumthin weird. However the crew is on to 'im. We be preparin a keel haulin, or alternatively 'im being dipped in honey and left near the nearest ant colony.

Have at him boys!!!