arr, let me spin ye a yarn 'bout the cloistered coves where the merriment never ceases, a hidden place above the rolling waves where pirates sidestep the toils of the open sea. 'tis here, beneath the moon's watchful eye, we make our joyful announcement: the festivities be kickin' off again! a place so secluded, yet brimming with entertainment, that even the most reserved of seafarers finds themselves swept up in the revelry.