Ahoy all ye pirates 'o th' seven seas. On 'tis here island be a plastic treasure chest awaitin' ye plunderin'. Fer all ye scallywags who be darin' 'nough to find 'tis ere chest, enter port from th' south side 'o th' island 'n walk up th' access path to avoid tramplin' on th' plants 'n what have ye. Smugglers may be spyin' from ashore, so be wary of their pryin' eyes.
Beware 'o th' ol land prickles on yer feet, so bring yer wood'n legs.
Arr! Be off on yer sailin' of th' seas, me hearties.