OK, I don't get this at all. Last night before I left for home Richard had 1999. Now he's down to 1993. What gives?? Were my eyes playing tricks on me??

Arrrrrr, a warm welcome to all ye on Richard's Day. Gather yer shipmates and we all meet in the special galley to honour a very special Pet Talker. It's 2,000 drinks for Richard, whom today we shall call "Captain Morgan". And if ye like ye can throw in some pieces of gold and bid on the map to the buried treasure. Drink up maties!