Ye landsmen, 'n ye seaman, come listen t' me tale! Th' year was 1563, 'n, I, Captain Salvalette began fishin' in th' waters nigh this location, along wit' 16 scally-wags o' a crew. O'er th' course o' me career, I made 42 trips across th' Atlantic. By 1632, me fellow Frenchman, Monsier Samuel De Champlain named this galleon on his map in me honour, Port De Salvalette.
Wha' mighty few realize, be that on one o' me return trips, I hid a vast cache o' doubloons 'n jewels. 'tis yer job t' travel th' Atantic coast line, gather th' clues I left ye landlubbers, 'n find me booty. A cache o' doubloons 'n jewels be t' be had, if ye be fit fer th' adventure. Afore ye lift anchor 'n set sail, heed me advice, 'n read carefully.
Afore th' booty can be had, ye must drop anchor in four harbours, sailin' east, approximately 75 km in total distance. At each location, ye be seekin' a container that shall tell ye where t' go next. I 'ave also left ye a special rock hidden nearby wit' a number. (Ye will get a hint fer that in each container.) Write these numbers down, 'cause aft ye 'ave been t' all four locations, put th' numbers together, t' give ye th' exact secret spot where me booty be hidden. Ye scally-wags may want t' brush up on yer Roman numerals as ye travel west to east. Please return containers and rocks exactly as ye find 'em.
'cause me booty be hidden so well, 'ere be an extra hint fer ye scally-wags so listen carefully
T' find Salvalette’s booty a Great Trail ye must walk
T' a high place o'erlookin' th' sea
A fair place where Captain Cook/s scallywags would later talk
T' a maple disguised as th' holy Trinity.