This is the second cache placed in Alaska. Har, Har Mate. In the days of old, pirates were everywhere. Who's to say they weren't right here? When captured they had one more trick up their dirty, greasy sleeve. They'd try to strike a deal with their captor. They might say, "Ifn' ye set me free I'll tell ye where me treasure be buried." You bein' keen of ear hear the following: "Ye beach yer land boat at the head of the Mosquito Cove trail at the end of the road by Starrigavin Bay Campground. The hike is along a well groomed path except when you leave the trail and strike out into the dark woods about twenty fathoms. The cache is in a four inch by eighteen-inch piece of black sewer pipe. There is no dog there but remove the bark to see your treasure.
He continues in a whispering, raspy voice, "Thar be treasure galore in there Mate from around the Horn and across the seven seas."
Logs can hide
It's there I would gaze
and be rich for many days."
"Remember -always check the wind before ye spit."