Redbeard's been trying to come up with a good name for this place... kind of like how Elvis had Graceland...

The hand-sewn flag was a birthday gift from Mrs. Redbeard.

Here she reflects on past adventures and considers what to do for dinner.

Among his dad's mementos is the skeleton of former arch-rival, Admiral Block.

His first thought was "Bootyland", but his wife objected to that one.

They're still waiting for that damn mail-order furniture to arrive.

The downstairs of this building is a tavern where Redbeard's crew likes to hang out.

Redbeard's Jewish... who knew? Oh, wait, that's not a Star of David. Never mind.

It's small, but when you're used to a ship's cramped quarters, this feels like a sprawling mansion.

Mrs. Redbeard, a cunning an experienced pirate in her own right, likes to relax on the gazebo.

Upstairs is Redbeard's dad's apartment.

Too much grog.