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Admiral Horatio Bungo put his eyepatch on as he arrived on deck, surveying his fleet and wondering why he set sail at night for everything was black. Not the most auspicious start for he had his eyepatch over the wrong eye! Making a quick adjustment he saw the pincer movement in operation, those...

Ho ho ho and a bottle of grog! Captain, what’s in grog? Its smells funny and singeing my beard! Well youngling, it’s a drink to test yer mettle, a recipe passed on from sailor to sailor. Its rum, artificial sweeteners. kerosene, propylene glycol, acetone, battery acid, red dye#2, axle grease...

Anyone fancy a game of man o war? I can supply dwarf and dark elf fleets and all the trimmings I just need a player, or two since I'm happy to referee.