Arrr, the Caribbean slowly goes black, me hearties. And finally now, we have ships to sail upon and plunder with. Our rum helps bashful pirates couple off and make wee little pirates, raising our population right on up the mizzen-mast.
Shiver me timbers and place the black spot, for the Mayans are still super chill and going nowhere.
Of Note: The Guy Who Won All Those Wars puts Phase Two of his plan into action.