Captain Crecy woke hung over with a splitting headache. His throat burned like coals and he stumbled across the empty dock in search of a drink to cool his pipes. He found it, spiced rum that had been tucked carefully into cargo crates by a crafty smuggler.Whoever had hidden the expensive rum would be sore to find that it had been stolen but the miserable pirate cared not. Now that the headache and pain was gone, Crecy waltzed out into the cool morning air thoroughly tipsy. Chachapoya was masked in a heavy fog that gave the skin goose-bumps. Cannon fire was heard on the far end of the island. He grinned, "We're devils we're blacksheep we're really bad eggs drink up me hearties YOHO! Yo Ho Yo Ho the pirate's life fer me."