After 64 easily-beaten corsairs, cutthroats, bucaneers, privateers, and sailors, it was the finals. But first, me and my opponent, some person by the name of Bartimaeus the Glacier, who stood at an unbelievable 12', weighing in at one thousand thirty eight pounds, being known to actually rip apart entire galleon ships with his bare hands, thought to be the famous Talderoy's Northern Uncle's Cousin's Nephew's Brother once removed, had to find some form of lodging...     

In the inn known as the Candy Cannon, I was having my usual toast of one quart of root beer, pint of ginger ale, and shot of maple syrup, as I poured the last of my soda into me mouth, I bit a metal object what turned out to be the King's Coin! Then, behind me, a burly man of 32 gagged me and said, "Welcome te de crew,Pudgeboy. You're now an official member of the Floating Broccoli." I had just been press-ganged!