You must remember Di's freind I mentioned earlier. The connoisseur of fine rum? Well, it seems he's gotten himself into a might bit of trouble with the navy. He just seems to pretend too much, and pretended he was a cadet. Di recieved half of a bottle with a message in it, seems he pretended that glass floated on lava. Now we only have a riddle as to his location. If ye' find him, he may finally join us!
I be a pretender, and have not much luck.
And now without luck, I've found myself stuck.
The dog is too mean, to give me the key.
And the heat and sulfer smells, they're just too much for me.