The Black Captain is, once again, resting in his tiny golden yurt. But this time, there is one significant change.

The Crew saw somebody entering the tent! Who this mysterious visitor was remains a topic of heated debate among the sailors, but one thing is certain: the noises that followed were clear enough to understand for a whole nautical mile.

After three long days and many, many emptied grog bottles thrown out of the yurt's flap, the person finally left.

To the immense amusement of the Crew, the Black Captain emerged looking notably tired. In fact, he was so exhausted that he slept on the outside of his yurt for an entire week following the visit, snoring loudly under the open sky.

But the amusement soon turned into something far less pleasant. Strangely, many members of the Crew who had been camping right next to the Captain's tiny golden yurt began to fall ill. They came down with what they loudly complained about as "Sackratten" and a variety of other unspeakable Geschlechtskrankheiten (venereal diseases).

The Captain, seemingly unbothered by the scratching and wailing of his men, simply did not care. As the Crew got more ill and distracted by their miseries, he packed up and left completely unobserved.

Nobody knows where he went. But for the men left behind, the itch only grew more severe...