Ye Olde Screw 'N' Shackle
Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle, an Old World Pub The origins of Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle lay shrouded in mystery; it is rumored to have been built on the burial grounds of an original pub once erected for the stonemasons that built Stone Henge; Now legend has it that Brian Barue stopped by during the Celtic festival of greased pigs and sneezed through a candle and caught the beast on fire, which ignited the pub, whose subsequent flailing enflamed the pub burning all but the stones, which were later collected to build Hadrian's wall; it was noted by Pluribus that a particular portion of the wall's patrol was won't to take their leisure to enjoy an ale or two, often compromising military integrity. Thus giving rise to the term 'stone' drunk. There is a modern day account of one pub's stones. You may have heard tell of one of the original stones, which is oft kissed by the visitors to castle Blarney, for only one of the original stones from Pub Shackle could account for the magnetic the draw of the stone is so strong. Darwin came up with his theory of evolution drunk on Ye Old Screw 'n' Shackle's ale, although his claim to the originality of his concept was disputed by the pub's owner, Finius Malarkey, who claimed he whispered the idea during a particularly spirited game of Yatzee, which was also invented at the exact same time by Finius Malarkey. 'Tis rumored drunk on Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle's ale brew, Napoleon decided it would be a good idea to invade Russia. Though Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle's remains lay in disarray for several years, it's stones traveled to the four corners of the globe and you can to this day sense whether the spirit of that original pub lingers in your favorite drinking establishment because it will be characterized by sneezing through candles to inflame swine! Everyone has heard of Heidelberg Man, Peking Man, and Java Man but they were all preceded by "Pubdown" Man. And by now you know which pub we are referring to. Like Brigadoon, Ye Old Screw 'n' Shackle Pub appears and disappears. We, the Rogues & Wenches, were sailing out of Seward on Resurrection Bay for a three-hour tour; if not for the courage of the fearless crew the Serena would be lost. So we put ashore, a feared of death by thirsting and from among the strands of mist rises Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle. We entered full joyful and took our ease and would be there still had Covenant, the only one sober among us, had not he tripped on a wheel of cheese and thumped his head and now he can't remember anything about it. His only recollection being that it is somewhere between the ocean and the sky. World War II saw the pub's proprietor dismantling the stones of Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle to be used on raids on Nazi Germany's heavy water plants. The war, however, ended before that plan was implemented. Some scions of the Rockefeller and Kennedy families collaborated to buy the pub stones, intending to reconstruct it yet again. Unfortunately, and perhaps under the influence of the proximate masonry of the old pub, they imbibed so much of Shackle's ale that they couldn't remember where they had cached the foundation stones. Newton's apple was destined to become Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle Pub cider, when Newton, contrary to the common myth insistently shook the young tree until it's lone apple fell down and landed on his noggin. The young trespasser was subsequently chased off the property. His cover story is known to you all. His later recounting of the story mentions something about gravity. And still the average thirsty man in search of Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle remains frustrated. The company of the Rogues & Wenches will bring on the next iteration of Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle. The original Mona Lisa was a waitress at Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle. Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci sketched her on a bar napkin while visiting the pub. What you see in the Louvre is a copy. Let the company of Rogues & Wenches be your touchstone to the magic of pleasure that filled that evokes Ye Olde Screw 'n' Shackle.