You sit alone, the sea to your back and bottles in front of you. Could it be that you are drinking your sorrows away? Nay, you're much too irritated for that to be the case. Perhaps a bout gone awry? A treasure stolen? A ship sunk? Whatever the problem, you aim to drink to its resolve.

An ale toting wench I am not, but I would be happy to bring you a wench any day my beloved Pissed Pirate.