It was a long sail across the seemingly endlessly slapping waves--each one adding an additional itch for his boots to kiss solid ground again. Finn followed the billowing chimney to the nearest public house, one seemingly nameless one without any indicating sign. [i]A private residence perhaps[/i], he wondered? Then he saw two dwarves stumble outside through the facility's front door in a drunken stupor and suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy. 

"I swear, if I am not drunk by the hour, my name isn't Captain Finnigan Brewbeard."

"You are not Captain. Or even co-Captain. You are a Captain Bloodbeard's appointed biologist," droned the monkey slumped on the young man's shoulder. 

"Bite me, Janksy."

"Sorry, but even I have higher standards."

"Fine, but so help me, if I am not drunk by the hour..."

"You've been perpetually drunk since roughly six o'clock. Yesterday...Morning."

Finn thought on this before giving a decisive nod. [i]More grog[/i]. He trotted past the now puking dwarves and through the doors to TNT...The Nameless Tavern.