Avast there! It be too late to alter course mateys and there be plundering, drunken pirates, drinking in every cove, waiting to board these Coronado Black Sails. Sit closer together, keep your ruddy hands inboard. We don't want any Lost Sailors now, do we? Would that be the best way to repel borders? We fly Captain Drake's Jolly Rodger high and be off to find ye Foley Brothers Fair Maiden. And mark my words well, mateys: Dead Men Sip No Ales - The Search For More Booty.
