Carlton Grey, and the Case of the Pirate Killing Wine

In the end, the captain decided not to attack the shadow-men, and to try and do something else about the shadow instead. We first went to Azy Cay, where we said goodbye to the tattoo guy and his daughter, and then to Brigandy Bay, another pirate town. I thought this was a good time to do some of that privateering stuff, but apparently not. Privateering seems to be a really complex business.
The last time we were here, the captain traded his magic sword for Krastuses pincer, and he wanted it back now for free. The pirates that got it weren’t here yet, so we sold a bunch of stuff first, including the wine that the weird peacemaker guy gave us.
I also found out, that there was a sword on sale, which could kill shadows. The sellers got it from Blackbeard, and it was almost as magical as it was expensive. I got really excited about it, but all the others were against it. Krastus wanted to have Blackbeard’s pisspot instead, but I think it’s just because Blackbeard is another of his weird love interests, and not because he wanted to help the captain.
Anyway, we did not go to the deal, and left port instead, to avoid the murder-shadow getting loose in the city. 

We came back the next day, to find out more about the sword-pirates, but we found out something else instead. We were in a pub with Sira, when we heard that someone died the day before. He was blond, but not a child, so we first thought that the shadow-ghost just altered its preferences, but later we found out, that it was the wine that was making people sick. It's a good thing we did not buy the sword yesterday, it might have been great against the murder ghost, but probably useless against the wine.
We left quickly, to warn the others. Some men wanted to arrest us, but I fooled them with my amazing twin brother story. Sira suggested, that we commandeer a small boat, and we started to paddle towards the Grandpa’s Revenge.
We do not need to hurry though, because it seems that the captain is currently dueling someone on the pier. I’m pretty sure, they already know, that something went wrong.