Ye be wanting some special booty, do ye? Something to shiver ye timbers. Well, buckos, we’ve much swag to offer ye landlubbers. Arr.
Me hearties say that ye rascals be liking “prints” in ye shelters, like this loot:
Worry not, ye lads – we’ll not leave ye marooned:
As ye villains know, we buccaneers be chasing the high seas for 2,000 years. Aye. And this treasure map be the Real McCoy from our golden years: