*bows with a flourish* I hear tell that you are looking for a Ship in the SW Connecticut area. Specifically New Haven.
I hear rumors ... whispers. Hither and thither and yon ... of a certain .. shall we say, dashing gentleman who 'Captains a Riverboat Casino-slash-Speakeasy that travels through Time and Space?
What was it called again? *mutters* Bloody Airships ... always with the pomp and circumstance of course ...
Ah yes! The Dandy in question is known as "A Count Named Slick-Brass"... he fancies himself the Captain . . . *snort* of ... Ah what the-.
The Ship is known as 'The A.S.S. Titilus'.
Nevermind. If you have any sense, you wouldn't be interested in that lot. Bunch of knaves, cutpurses and lewd drunken fools, most 'likely. Though they SWEARS they ain't pirates. Seem to take great offense to it.
Look like pirates to me ... *the man trundles off*