Captains Log:
Id be set sailing me way thru the lost lakes, when me dingy sprung a leak. After checkin me starbord side, I found we had run a muck, and be stuck in de grasps of Davy Jones Locker. Id be forced to leave me booty behind while I peer into de depths of this curious land en foot. Id be hiding dis treasure from thee scallywags of these local waters. If I do not make it past the natives and de oder mysterious creatures of dis land, I leave this note fer ye. It should take less than one turn of de hour glass for ye. And rember to divvy t' spoils to ye mateys.
Thar be just a single rule fer ye land lovr's t' follow, Leave ye name in de chest and speak in pirate tongue on ye log.
Best wishes to ye on ye hunt ~ Cap'n Magic