An eerie ship slows down its course. Covered with grime and gruel, its barnacles stale from the salty winds, the Fishhead looms to a worn out town. The smell of rats and anchovies clashes with the sweetening scent of candy, found at the town square. A savage octopus swims past, glaring at this incoming band of pirates. A whale can be seen floating near the docks, with two peculiar gentlemen singing about an island made out of candy. Captain Trouttrousers sharpens his sword, preparing for nights of looting and kidnapping.
It appears Stormalong Harbor faces trouble once more.
Yes, I’ve returned to host mafia once more. Some of the oldbies might be familiar with what setup I’m about to use, but I’d like to introduce it once again to, hopefully, revive interest in mafia. I’ll let sign-ups last 5 days
in case Thanksgiving complicates things.