Well, if you’re referring to Captain @thehangingtree, I cannot tell a lie ... I tossed the drunkard overboard and took command. As for the yacht on the beach, I mixed up starboard and ... uh ... whatever that other term is, and I read the chart upsidedown.
“Oh, cut it out, Migoz,” came a voice. We peered into the gloom. There, manacled to a wall, were three women, all completely naked. They were dirty, bloodstained, and showed evidence of less than royal treatment, but one, with dark hair, did have a crown on her head. I’d never seen anything like it. Savage thorns bit into her scalp, and her wrists were so tightly restrained that she seemed powerless to remove it.
I’d been right. Queen Barbaria’s reign was not running smoothly.