Bloody 'ell, English! You set forth one proper adventure for us, indeed! Not since my days sailing with Flint have I clapped eyes on so many man Jacks cut down like pork, sun-dried and stewed in the woods resulted from the hands of treachery. I daresay, if anyone has seen more wickedness it must be the devil himself. But, by the powers, we left left feeling rich as kings after finally discovering your cache and plundering silver from yer till! I give you a sea-salute for yer cleverness and straight hospitality, for this cache was smart as paint, it was!
Afire with eagerness, we as gentlement of fortune set forth after yer treasure not knowin' for what we'd be up against, and you smartly broadsided us with a formidable to-do right from the start. Sending us to and fro we brooded many minutes over yer tome at the beginning of our v'yage. I dare confess I ran awhile with curses swearing blue fire at one point for your horse-play; it seemed as though you treated us no better than common Frenchman! Lestways, we found ourselves in a clove hitch at the cemetary, but thanks to some keen luck and headsmarts we made out swiftly before the gates might close. Thereafter, we took to our predicament like pitch and knew we were always in the right of things. In fact, things became clear as noon day when we reached the stony summit. Short and long of it, we were determined like iron and drove with a will towards your hamlet after laying course but, durst not, we made pause on our journey, supped and drank grog, and turned in after ten bells liking our chances better on the morrow.
After breakfasting, we spoke plain our prospects and worked quickly to embark on our adventure. After passing many naked rocks and finding the trailhead, our hearts sank into our boots and the colour went from our faces when we came across the carnage in front of us. We spent time plenty wondering if these poor souls were similar to the the likes of Allardyce, being layed like compasses by evil deperadoes, p'inting us with malice on a wicked bearing towards a most egregious and dishonorable fate. These buccaneers looked like they died bad, they did.
Avast, we 'stowed our talk and fetched ahead for the doubloons admittedly with terror in our hearts knowing we had to cross these melancholy sperrits to reach our goal. But soon we paid no mind and eventually laughed at our chicken-heartendness. For, soon after turning hither and thither among the grove of trees, we could not have been more delighted to come into view of yer handsome tower. I ran straight before my nose and looked around me with keen interest and glee at all the prizes and duff. Dash my buttons, it was all smiles as the world turned giddy before my eyes! It was incredible! We made merry for some time and delighted in the cheer of our score. By thunder, being in such good spirits I even left three of me own pieces of quid for the next freshwater swabs who might dare aspire after yer treasure! Thanks, matey!
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