You and the crew of the Black Pearl have gone to the port of Tortuga upon Captain Jack's orders to find the next
fragment of the treasure’s map.
A surly sailor sits alone at his table, his cup near empty. Rumor has it he’s the only soul alive who knows where
a final clue lies. You've just got to coax it from him before dawn.
You all squeeze around a table until there's no space left. With bottles of rum and a song in the air, you gather
round to learn his tale...

The crew begins singing a shanty...
"Twelve bottles to loosen tongues,
Three swigs ahead since night was young.
Four cups aligned & tales abound,
Spin the table starboard round.
He slumped upon the table flat,
Then chose to share where secret's at.
On th'twelfth cup the lush did drink
He etched the truth he’d tried to sink
Eleven bottles to loosen tongues,
Three swigs ahead since night was young.
Four cups aligned & tales abound,
Spin the table starboard round.
He slumped upon the table flat,
Then chose to share where secret's at.
On th'eleventh cup the lush did drink
He etched the truth he’d tried to sink..."
The shanty continued until the last bottle was gone.