Ahoy, mateys! Climb the gangplank into {Captain Morgan's,the grog den of| where the rum flows like a copyright's wrath. {Indulge in|Embark upon|a selection o'gourmet grub while ye swig yer favorite brew. With the air, ye'll be dancin' and singin' like {a drunken pirate|no landlubber! Let the good times flow as ye find yerself. Come one, come all!