Aye, mateys! Ye always want to lug around a grimy barnacle-encrusted backpack on yer adventures, filled with Rum, Pirate Booty, and 15 men on a Dead Man's Chest. Arrr...
In my party the number of concealed daggers you carried became a mark of prestige. I start it with three but whithin a few games player were up to ten or twelve, and once the glove of storage come into play...