As you sit there, the most relaxed that you can, the tour bus on the move... ideas run through your mind. You knew that there were some things that happened at the place before, but everything you knew were nothing more than rumors spread by those who have never been to Pleasure Island. Out of the attractions that were listed, the brewery sounded the best. You knew, from previous experience with breweries, that you would be able to sample a few of their brews. This was the most enticing to you, since you were a bit thirsty from the somewhat long ride on the ferry. All that air from the water was moist, but for whatever reason, your throat was just as dry as cotton balls. Inside, you hoped that the brews were at least decent, because some that you have sampled in the past have been brutally bad.
As the carriage approached the brewery, you shouted to the driver that you wanted to get off and see the brewery for yourself. As the carriage slowed to a stop, you make my way to the exit and thanked the driver. The driver just winked while tipping his hat to you. When you walked around the front of the animals, you looked at the driver one last time and he motioned with his head for you to speak with him. Curious to what he had to say, you wandered back toward him.
"Yes sir, you wanted to speak with me?"
Listening to him speak before, he had a heavy Irish accent along with a deep voice, which made it slightly difficult to understand what was said. "Yes I did me boy'o! I wan' to give ya' some advice. You'll be havin' a good time in thar, if you drink da right brew fer ya'. Follow yer gut an' yull be fine!"
You nod and thank him for his advice. He cracked the whip, the horses whinnied and the carriage lurched forward, while making it's age known by the creaks and the pops as it jumbled about.
You turn around, focusing your attention on your objective at hand, and stared up at the giant gate before you. Looking at the top, the words Pleasure Island Brewery were formed in an arch above the main gates. At the sides were two pillars formed by burnt orange bricks with an intercom buzzer built into the pillar to my right. You figured this was common as they needed to have people announced that wanted business within the confines of the brewery.
You walk up to the intercom, pushing the white circular call button, then wait for a response... if there even was one.
A deep sounding voice responded to the call. "Who is there and what business do you have with the brewery?"
"My name is David sir and I was wondering if it would be possible for a tour of your facility."
"HMMM, a tour you say... we haven't given one of those in years. It would be nice to have one visitor to see how all the liquor on Pleasure Island is made. Yes, it is possible for a tour friend. I will release the lock on the gate and you will walk straight forward along the road before you, till you reach the double stairs. There you will wait for someone to come to guide you on your tour."
With that, the intercom clicked off and there was a loud buzzing noise. At the end of the noise, the right gate door opened just enough to let me in. Once you were inside though, the door slammed shut and you couldn't help but feeling a foreboding doom impending. You ferl as though you are now trapped within a fiendish plot, but you shook that idea out of your head as it couldn't quite possibly be possible...
You do as the deep voice instructed, following the pavement to the front of the building. As you looked around, surveying your surroundings, you notice the big double doors at the top of the double stair. Each side wrapped around in a half circle, both leading to the same place, but the head of each banister was different. To your right, was the bust of a bear and to your left was the bust of a wolf. In front of you, between both stairs, was a plain card table that was completely devoid of any items. You stand there for another moment, becoming impatient, and start to wander over to the bear bust. Suddenly, you hear a deep voice clearing the owner's throat, making you stop right in your tracks. Looking up, you see the one who scared you slightly. He was an older man, about thirty-five years old. He was large and powerfully built, hulking muscles, pushing the fabric of his clothes almost to their limits to show off his body. Looking at him, you notice that he has a six-pack of beer in each of his hands, as he walked down the stairs with the bear bust.
Reaching you, he smiles a big toothy smile, then gives you a wink. "I want to welcome you to the Pleasure Island Brewery, my name is Peter and I will be the one to show you around the place. Since you are the only one who has asked for a tour in some years, I will take you any place that you would like to go. However, first I would like to offer you a complimentary beer to start our journey off correctly. You can only have one of these beers, once you have made your selection, the brew you choose is on us while you are here on the tour. This is just our way of saying thank you and making your tour the best that we can. This is the first of many choices you will get to make once inside!"
Peter sits the two six-packs on the table, then placed each bottle with the label facing outward, making it easier to make your selection. Looking them all over, the decision seems hard for you to make, but in the end you choose...