Sea Lion Shores weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!

He had left his swab behind on a seaside plateau of stout trees, ordering him to have a galley stocked for them both upon his return. The rest of his crew were even further back, no doubt toiling under his other orders. Find some way to bring rum, being of the utmost importance. It was perhaps the only thing that he would miss about his old ship: his stock of rum crafted over the course of two years. That and his overflowing coffers. But as the salt licked at his face and he breathed the air of new lands, he was enlivened by the idea of rebuilding anew.

Ferahgo prowled down the shore to the sound of barking sea lions as the sun peeked above a rolling horizon.

Yo-ho, it was a pirate's life for him.