London at night.
"Gilded Mire."
Old Gibbs staggered into the underground tavern, still carrying a bottle of rum in his hand.
"Burp~"
While belching, Old Gibbs waved cheerfully at the familiar pirates around him.
Many pirates, not yet completely drunk, eagerly asked Old Gibbs where he had been gallivanting off to this time.
Old Gibbs just flashed a mysterious smile, "Oh, it's a boast-worthy adventure story."
Everyone expressed disbelief, as it was not the first time Old Gibbs had bragged.
Old Gibbs couldn't be bothered to explain and went straight to the bar counter.
Usually, there was an old man with a flamboyant little braid sitting behind the counter playing guitar, but today it had been replaced by two burly muscle men.
"Yo! Nick, Black, where's that guy?"
The two muscle men looked helpless and simultaneously motioned with their mouths towards a compartment behind the bar.
Through a door, noises of moans and groans could be heard.
