Old sea dogs like ourselves know a thing or two about riding through storms, and so everyone was quick to button down the hatches, and get our merry brigade waterproof.
As the storms lashed the sides of our island, and our ships battled the winds in the seas, we found our true pirate spirit. With the warmth of the copius amounts of rum in our bellys, our pirate social went on.
However eventually it was decided that it was time to sail away to our secret pirate hideaway, in the depths of old china town.