PB: Davy Jones Locker at the Mutt…

well shiver me timbers. That last port of call was a dry hole. no rum there.

I guess I shall try this compass thing… or GPS.

Ill be there me mateys, with me booty. Come if ye dare

yer gunna need yer gloves and boots. Bring yer best pirate voice too arrrgh.

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