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And if'n you ever want'n to be seein' yer precious dabloons again, you'd best pay up the ransom... or get this: ...and this: yaaaaaaarrrrrrrr!!

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yaaaaaarrr me hearty's, Capt'n Jack has sailed the seven seas with nought but a sextant n a bottle o' rum, so it be no trouble for him to outwit the law yet again. Now that we'r anchored in a safe harbor, 'tis time to feast our eyes on the plunder'd booty: This'll keep Capt'n Jack drunk for...

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yaar, we sail'd into troubl'd waters matey, but n'er fear, Capt'n Jack is no stranger to bein' failed by mother nature's cat 'o 9 tails, let me be tellin' ya. Thar was one time in th' West Indies when we hit th' mother 'o all storms. Our ship was splintered, th' crew goin' scruvy, 'n only th'...

aarrrr, stop yer whinin' or I'll harpoon ya like a whale, and use yer blubber to light my lanterns at night. Learn how to talk like a pirate ya old sea bass. Let that be a lesson to ya.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike The bosun brained with a marlinspike And cookey's throat was marked belike It had been gripped by fingers ten; And there...

'pears that some dog has finally gottn a whiff of a trail!

Geocaching thar plundered booty, better follow the map to reclaim it lest some scurvy dog stumble upon that buried treasure!

aye, matey, Capt'n Jack has stood up and said he done these things... but it's the where, not the who yar scurvy dogs should be lookin' for. If'n the former Capt'n of this here fine ship wishes in his heart to be see'n her again... he be need'n to find where his plundered booty has'n been...

avast ye varmint, just lookin' out for his own skin like a rat gnawing at the ballast. If ye want to help yer mate, try to be figurin' the clues to find where his treasure be buried, not dancin' on his grave.

Don't be given' no glory to no teet sucklin' land lubber. The treasure she be all mine, done in my name, and named by none. Be glad, f'ernt the next time ye be seein' me, I'll be comin' to take yer women and kick yer scurvy dogs. I'll be takin' this here chest of gold, and burying it where I...