Of all the drinking establishments in Port Peril, there was no place where the rum flowed more freely, the sailors' salty sea-shanties raunchier, the serving wenches bustier - than the Formidably Maid, which was where a certain pair of adventure-seekers spent the night partying and drinking...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The following morning they found themselves waking up on cold hard floorboards in a dark hold, the walls creaking around them and the floor below still swaying as though they were still drunk. The excesses of the night before - the rowdy laughter and drinking songs, the mouthwatering scent of a pig roasting over the fireplace, the sweet burn of strong heady rum on their tongues and throats - were now replaced by a pounding headache, dry and sour mouths, and the creaking and swaying that just... wouldn't... stop... It was pitch black without any source of light, too dark to even see their own hands in front of their own faces.