ahoy, matey, in the nonpublic alleyways of our bustling port, there be a bakery where the aroma of fresh bread be stronger than the call of the open sea. now, let me weave ye a tale, startin' over from the beginning, where me hearties discovered this hidden treasure upon followin' a duck, of all creatures, led us straight to it. this bakery, me fine crew, be the antecedent to many a joyful mornin'; their secret recipes more guarded than the crown jewels. and i'll make a bold statement, that within these walls, ye'll find the finest pastries and breads ever to grace yer taste buds.