Even the cleverest of seafaring rats must crash his vessel into the occasional reef. One could hardly call oneself a captain if one didn't.
As you float gently towards the beach from the wreck of the Raspberry, you spy a driftwood house on the sand. It's flying a pirate's flag.
Sweet tribulations of the Hesperus! If that pirate is out, his booty will be yours.
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