The possibility that weird shit happened at Landel's Institute had long since approached 1 closely enough that only an asshole would split hairs. But a sincere love of banjos and use of the word grog were both new ones on Sangamon.

He fished out a Metallica album that seemed to contain the correct tape. Then he took a look at the guy. Ponytail, goatee, hook for a hand. The first two could be any hippie, but put the third with the grog and that was a working theory.

"Guybrush?" He'd only talked to the guy on the bulletin, but how many people claiming to be pirates were there around here? The kind with boats, anyway, not software pirates. You never knew with hackers, though. "It's Sangamon. S.T."