An aging parrot careens onto the deck of your ship, bashing his beak soundly against your rum cup. He seems to snort in annoyance as he drops a scrolled message next to your drink, shakes the ruffles out of his feathers and takes to the skies again, vanishing in the clouds. You pick up the scroll and read:
Right! It’s time to celebrate another successful year for Armada and the Scoundrels. Now success can be measured in many ways. Around here, it’s by the quality and quantity of our stolen treasures. There is no better way to scrutinize ones collected “Loot” than to steer towards warm water and break out what amounts to a stolen makeshift beach and have a party.
So it’s a party we’re having to honor our skill, our cunning, our thievery and our survival. This past year we have stolen some spectacular treasures and oddities. Some of them deserve high praise, some a bit of shame. To sort this out, a contest will be held to bestow bragging rights to the pirate with the best stolen prize. Also, as is our custom, there will be a daring battle game to test your wits and spill some blood for sport. Right.
Er …um, some of you might recognize some of your possessions as you glance around. Never you mind, we’ll take good care of them and thanks for your contribution.