The following morning, Olaf awoke to a loud screaming and wailing. As he ran down the stairs to see what had happened, he noticed his tavern was the hub of enormous commotion. He pushed several people aside to get in, but was wholly unprepared for the ghastly scene in front of him.<br/><br/>______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Far away from the commotion, on a ship heading south, six young women are lying in the hold. Completely naked and uncovered, they awaken groggily as if they had drank too much. Before anyone can act though, heavy footsteps can be heard, and a door is thrown open to reveal half a dozen pirates, led by a man with long dark braids, carrying a whip and a lantern, which shines brightly, spearing the women's eyes.<br/><br/>“Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!”