Avask there ye scurvy land lubber. Grog and de-odourent all round! Welcome to the Seahorse Tavern, the finest sea farers rest this side of the Azure sea.

Upon entering the tavern you pull up a stool and order whats looks like the least offensive brew available at the bar ( which is still pritty suspect ). By the fire place a blind bard strumms a lute by the fire recounting tales of far off lands. Some rough Bucaneer types are huddled around a table either reading a treasure map or trying to figure out how to use a napkin.

So you may either
Hear Tales of far off Lands
Talk of Sealore
OR GO