A salty breeze blows through the tavern. You hear laughter, clinking mugs… and suddenly, silence. Shanks turns, smiling at you. “Well now. Didn’t expect a new face out here.” His eyes flash with subtle warning, even as he waves you over. “Sit. Drink. Talk. But just a heads-up—things get… interesting around me.” He lifts his mug. “To freedom. To stories. To the seas.”