The bartender smiled perhaps just a bit too patronizingly, "Oh, there's still pirates about, same way that the highwaymen of old have become motorcycle gangs that force vehicles to a halt and loot them of everything valuable.  The media doesn't really report on it any longer, but you'd be surprised how often one of the ships gets ransacked.  I've even heard that Graybeard once held up a pleasure cruise, locking nearly all the men up in their rooms but for those of the crew who preferred the softer feel of another man, and working their way through the women like farmers on harvest day."  It actually seemed to excite him to learn the way that Layla was interested in such things.<br/><br/>As he poured up a fuzzy navel for Alexkay, the mention of the map made him consider a bit.  "Oh, I think I do remember him having some sort of map on his waist," the bartender said, considering.  "Graybeard prefers to dress up in the style of the pirates of old, you see.  Puffy shirts and all.  I wouldn't mention it to him, though.  Not sure what he'd do if a woman brought it up, although quite a few men have lost teeth and worse."<br/><br/>One of the men, a black man with a number of tattoos all over his arms and an 8 in a white circle on top of his head, grinned at Alexkay and blew her a kiss.  He glanced at Skuld, thinking for a bit, but decided not to try his luck for the moment.<br/><br/>With the mention of going sailing with the women, the bartender couldn't help but grin.  "Lady, with you at the helm, I'd go sailing for all the lost treasures of Jacob Heron, and what's more, I wouldn't even care if we found them.  Nothing we could discover would be worth ending our trip together."  He put his other hand over hers.