Our crew was there… and nothing found .
Damn, how would we ever be able to bury the treasure there? Ahh, a mate heard me write this and said we could’ve fed them the mice off our ship. So I replied “And then what would you continue to eat?”
Well played.
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24.2.23. - 18.47-- Logbook.
At night we saw some blue thunders, perhaps like those saw by @shag the other night.
But after them it appearead a dish… not a meal dish…
The dish parked next to us, and some strange creatures got out, who after performing a strange sexual ritual on us,
gave us a device to be able to teleport our ship anywhere.
So heading again to Hunter Island.
While in the island my fellow dog recruit another one to help us. He tell him about our quest so he started to search.
NEWs!!! NEWS!!!
Treasure found!!!
Or at least that is what my new crew member said…
Well, is a treasure, but we are not searching that kind of treasure.
HG!
Well if you’re going to act like a pirate, you have to think like one. So if I’m looking for buried treasure I look where pirates have been before.
Sooooooo, Roatan, Honduras
Don’t forget to stop in at Hole In The Wall for lobster
I am all in for that.
Damn that’s gorgeous.
We were sitting there and a scarlet macaw walks over to our table and climbs up the leg using his two legs and beak, then walks across the table to each of us until we pet him.
Probably his daily routine. Just awesome.
24.2.23 - 19.23.- Our new crew member continues the search… after many comings and goings… we ended with a pile of bones…
I’m thinking that recruiting dogs as crew was not a intelligent decision.
But at least they are loyal.
Now with the ship full of bones we should sail to Sandown, in the isle of Wigh. To let the bones rest in pieces at the musseum.
Need to smoke a joint or eat some shrooms to let this brain work somehow… and find new crew!!!
I think the Crew wanted to get there party on and bury treasure so the logical choice would be. IBIZA
Looks pretty fancy for a bunch of stinky sailors.
24.2.23-19.42— The boat is almost empty of bones. All where dropped at the musseum, and they gifted us with food and drink.
MEH
As they saw that most of the crew were dogs, they give us gallons of water, and some cookies…
My muzzle is getting bigger by the minute.
No rum for a sailor… is like no drum for a drummer.
Going to King William Island
Hope to find good food there…and rum
AAAARRRRRRR
Remember marauders, burying a treasure on a well known, busy island, probably wouldn’t work out according to plan.
Sometimes the best hiding place is the one that is most visible!!!
Or not…
HAHAHA
Well if it’s a King’s island, he probably has lots to share.
Yea but the crew needs get there groove on, and there is no better place than IBiZA
24.2.23— 19.50 - ArrrWWWWWW Fuck!!!
In our travel to King’s island we saw a fish
Somehow our ship ended in the rocks…
Time to make a new boat.
Is that Jack Sparrow in the front row?
You are having quite the rough journey.