Dispatches from a Desert Isle, Day 5

A View of Cutlip's Lair

Dearest Ones, 

It appears I will be here for some time, and I have begun to adjust to my captivity. I promised to describe further the lair as a whole, and here I will.

There is another bunk near mine, more spacious yet not as homey—here are a few pictures of it (mark especially the ingenious wall cabinet:

 

folded down once, it becomes a clever writing desk...

and when the entirety is opened, it makes a bunk for two!

This bunk is currently occupied by a mild-mannered "pilgrim" who goes by the dubious moniker Short-Plank Sherry.

There is one rustic head we share, an outdoor, rocky shower and sink:

where the waters run surprisingly warm! 

All are afforded entrance to the main living quarters:

which are quite luxurious indeed...

The galley is shockingly large (but then there are many in the band to feed)...

and the remainder of the compound is in the open-air but surrounded by a wall so none can get in or out.

Pirate wind chimes—made of rusty swords of those they have defeated?

All I have shown you, save for the Captain's own apartments, 

from which we are all forbidden.
(Dun-dun-DAHHHHHHH!)