Binarrrca.

Well, I was enjoying some rest, when the boss called.

"Yarr, ye landlubber, ye be slacking about, go to the Island at once and deal with the pirates."

So, I suffered the slings and arrows (or rather, flareguns and blundarbusses, those Pirates' got technology nowadays) of their outrage, and mostly plundered their booty.

Which, for some reason, consisted mostly of a shipment of "Cans of Binarrrca". I was all happy about that, when the boss told me to go to my store, and sell it there. One per customer and way below market value!!!

Scandalous. I'll be in my hammock,.