It's the Golden Age of Piracy, but two friendly bartenders named Staggars and Jags would rather pirouette than pillage. They believe a day spent drinking ale, singing songs, and soaking your britches in piss is a day well spent. Cover illustration by Sophie Birkin
Dangling from a machine most discomfortable indeed, Staggars & Jags have but one hope to be freed. Our journey is over, the writings on the wall. Tip...
There’s a shack in the forest full of Frangipani trees. Two friends may enter, but only one can leave. Think fast and you may be able to save your own...
Staggars, Jags, Captain Black, and the Deuce Find themselves next in line for the noose. Sing me a song, sing me a melody, Surely there's someone who...
The gang’s got no money, they’ve eaten their last meal. So Captain Black takes charge: it’s time to steal. As luck would have it, the perfect mark str...
To open a restaurant, you must pass inspection No rats, no bats, no infected confection If you think an A grade is easy to reach You, my friend, have ...
The Big Drink is the bar where our story is told Where singing and dancing is treasured like gold It seemed nothing could stop the endless moonshine...
When a hurricane threatens to derail their bar's grand opening, Staggars & Jags will need a visit from a special patron to get things back on track. C...