Audrey’s made landfall and everyone is tense. Well, the zombies aren’t tense, they’re in a deanimated state of looseness, but folks with their own souls are anxious.

Audrey the Rotten Queen heard about the Great Pirate Meeting so she’s coming by to say hi. On the island, everyone’s preparing for her arrival.

The Big Meeting of All the Pirates Who Have Keys begins! And like all important diplomatic meetings, someone is sneaking around getting info behind their backs.

The crew gets some answers on who burgled their ship in the night and what exactly were they looking for.

An alarm shatters the peaceful pirate night. Someone (or something) is raiding The Sea Whip.

When you invite all the pirates to a conference in the skeleton of a monster, you’re going to run into folks you don’t really want to.

The crew sails on towards the Dissolving Belt, and everything goes fine on the way there.

Before the crew leaves for the meeting at the Dissolved Belt, let’s see what the pirates at the Hold will buy.

Fifteen plans for the dead folks’ chest / Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rot! / Drinking and scheming done in the rest / Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rot!

Somewhere across the map, a crew washes up on a mysterious island. But nothing is what it seems as danger is just a swipe of a hand away…

Hamlet had a play-within-a-play. Join the Party has a puppet-show-within-an-actual-play.

I’m not sure what 90s RPG boss battle music would sound like as a sea shanty, but imagine it’s blaring from the tiny speaker in your Game Boy Advance.

For it's cheer up me lads, may your hands still keep their fight

For the bonny crew, the Diamond, goes a-hunting for the Flight

For it's cheer up me lads, may your hands still keep their fight

For the bonny crew, the Diamond, goes a-hunting for the Flight

There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow / There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow / The maize is as high as an elephant fern’s eye / And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky...

What did the beach say when the tide came in? Long time no sea.

Our mother has been absent ever since we built the maze / But there's going to be a party for the birds’ de-maize

For six hellish months we twisted away / windin’ through mazes of hedges and mold / But soon the way’ll be truly unbound / Rolling down to the Hold

I went down to the crossroads, didn’t know what I would find / down to the crossroads, didn’t know what I would find / Only store that was open, taking pieces for a rind

As I sailed down the Boiling Reef, All on a hazy eve / Heave away, my Polycule, Heave Away / It's there I spied a blood-orange slice, A-looking all forlorn / And away my Polycule, We're all bound to heist.