The sails are up. The wind is a-blowin.
The pirates are taking to the sea for an Esplanadean long weekend of making snide comments at emo bands, quasi-drunk shouting at local heroes (and by local, you know what we mean), raiding bargain bins, robbing HMV and eating multiple crates of mos burger.
We also have four cool chicks in the chest.
Three pirates. Four chicks.
Trust me. It adds up.