Here Lies a Pirate Treasure!

Arr, ye landlubbers, arr, listen ter me!

As we were sailing the carribavarian seas around 1745, we one day reached a mysterious island with a large rocky volcano shaped like a bunny skull. Of course we instantly knew that a pirate treasure just had to be buried somewhere there.

We swiftly interrogated our shipboy and using his ancient map bequeathed to him by a dying old seawolf (every shipboy has one) and with the help of our cook, who was the only one of us who could count to 26, we finally found the place where the treasure was buried. Of course, it was marked according to pirate customs with a red cross on the ground, and after some digging, our men heaved out a chest full of gold and jewels.

We took all that treasure stuff aboard and sailed to Woolworth, where we all bought ourselves new sneakers and reading glasses.