How could you refuse? You've always wanted your own sword anyway. You exclaim "YARR!" with enthusiasm, and the pirate hands you an eye patch in honor of your induction into the South Pole Secret Pirate Society (SPSPS). You spend the rest of your time at Pole as a beaker by day, pirate by night. Among your many other notable pirate acts, you singlehandedly raid the galley of its entire mango shipment, and you smuggle three parrots into the station through cargo. Arrrr. |