Ahoy mate, come for a drink, eh? Seen any peculiar sights around Tortuga recently? Kraken? Davy Jones? Pink Sugar Cookies?! Ah, that’s nothing compared to what, er, rather, who I saw stumble in earlier today. He didn’t say his name, but he did say something about “tacos,” whatever those are, and apparently, today is a holiday for them. He wore this very peculiar hat, which he called his “taco hat.” I swear to ye on my life, I couldn’t have made this stuff up if I tried.

Quite the odd man he was, I tell ya. He also said something about a special word… realtacohat, I think it were…

He said that word would reveal his taco hat to anyone who entered it in their sea chest and then kept muttering, "Three days, three days..." So bewildered I was, I tell ye. And when I asked him just what on earth a “taco” or a “taco hat” was, he just started screaming. By this point, we had to ask ‘im to leave; he was causin’ too much of a ruckus!

Anyway, mate, I just wanted to tell ye my story of the mysterious taco hat man from earlier. I’ve seen many a strange pirate and tavernfolk come in here and cause all sorts of things, but never have I ever laid eyes on such a phenomenon. Anyways, are you gonna pay for your drink? HEY! GET BACK HERE!