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Scurvy treasure hunt
- Thread starter JellyJoe
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mydnytrydr
Mythical Poster
- 25/9/09
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Arrrghh ya slimy blow-oh of ya landlovba. Hoist thi main curtain an prepare voyage.
Arrrghh and don't ya make me say it twice or the blank youl walk in the blue dephts we reach now hoist the colors as Elizabeth Swan shall show us the way.
Arrrghh and don't ya make me say it twice or the blank youl walk in the blue dephts we reach now hoist the colors as Elizabeth Swan shall show us the way.
- 28/9/09
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Nay, not that kind of brotherhood. Nor Liz Swan hit tha spot, me beauty.
Read all clues carefully, ol' bildge moulds. Tis an ol' story of squares and compass lovers, aye starteth in Asia by a noob monarch aeons ago n endeth in Asia many a century laters, still folks worshippin tha noob king's heir as a God, thus tha incident of his scratched face be o' abashment.
Read all clues carefully, ol' bildge moulds. Tis an ol' story of squares and compass lovers, aye starteth in Asia by a noob monarch aeons ago n endeth in Asia many a century laters, still folks worshippin tha noob king's heir as a God, thus tha incident of his scratched face be o' abashment.
Sao Feng, Pirate Lord of the South China Sea. Searching for true love and power only Calypso, the goddess of the sea can give him.
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Nay heartie, tis not hims, but finally tha rite direction for tha answer be found flippin ye pages o' an ol' book. And yet thar be a thin connection with a wrist compass so many lads to-day they's found a beauty. From page ye has to jump to pictures, from pictures to pictures in motion. Tis a hard connection to finds.
But dont lets me throw ye off the track.
Finds tha book n ye finds thy traveller, for he be him who giveth square n compass n wrote tha story as well o' whom ye seeketh.
- 28/9/09
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Neither Starbuck nor Queequeg, n nobody Ishmael could meet in person, despite tha fact the man whose avatar Ishmael were, he liketh squares n compasses as well; for tha story dids not taketh place on ye ol' Pequod's deck, matey. First question's not where, but some when else in steads.
Past 37 good n bad seasons ye's to wait for to read tha rite book.
Sly 'tis always to read tha pages, but wretch 'twas to flip throu tha wrong tome.
Tries again for yer aye fortune.
Past 37 good n bad seasons ye's to wait for to read tha rite book.
Sly 'tis always to read tha pages, but wretch 'twas to flip throu tha wrong tome.
Tries again for yer aye fortune.
- 30/3/08
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Well call me Ishmael, doth the ole sea dog aloft o me ken the riddle?
For Marco was a man o the compass tho his master's are nay worshipd as gods.
If the answer to that be nay could it be he of the Argo, Jason?
For Marco was a man o the compass tho his master's are nay worshipd as gods.
If the answer to that be nay could it be he of the Argo, Jason?
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Nay I belive I be right for Jason surely married foolishly to the daughter of a god and then displeased him bringing bad fortune upon he and his crew. The man himeself did nay survive the voyage of the Argo but his underling cameth home to tell of the perils along the way. Verrily the decendts of the very gods in whose service he was sre still revered to this day. Of cause Jason was a great navigator and a thus be a man of the compass and square.
**** it just tell us or ill come over and stick that plank so far up your sphincter , poly will land on it and shit in your eyes ................
poly want a Pam ......poly want a hub-bolt big bang ..............poly want a watch any ******* watch .............
poly want a Pam ......poly want a hub-bolt big bang ..............poly want a watch any ******* watch .............
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Avast, ye blind barnacle bunches!!
Read well from tha parchment me's naileth to the mainmast n put all tha hints together as a ships with keel, decks n riggin for even a dinghy couldst plough no wave with no stem nor stern nor port nor starboard. Ye needs to assemble yer parts.
Me'll help collectin tha pieces n paintin thems, thus ye 'ol rottin seadogs start seein tha riddle.
'Tis deeper than it seems.
Seek tha ol' wannabee, who's life was saved by square n compass from an unknown traveller.
He conquereth the treasure with tha help o' his fella, tho endeth down tha plank for his bride-to-be's scratch.
His fella got away with it for us tha story to tell.
Tha unknown traveller be a brother in a very big brotherhood...
his worst idea was to get married. That's when he ran outta luck, someway.
The whole story starteth in India. (With tha birth of that traveller who liketh to write).
Tis an ol' story of squares and compass lovers, aye starteth in Asia by a noob monarch aeons ago n endeth in Asia many a century laters, still folks worshippin tha noob king's heir as a God, thus tha incident of his scratched face be o' abashment.
finally tha rite direction for tha answer be found flippin ye pages o' an ol' book. And yet thar be a thin connection with a wrist compass so many lads to-day they's found a beauty. From page ye has to jump to pictures, from pictures to pictures in motion. Tis a hard connection to finds.
But dont lets me throw ye off the track.
Finds tha book n ye finds thy traveller, for he be him who giveth square n compass n wrote tha story as well o' whom ye seeketh.
tha story dids not taketh place on ye ol' Pequod's deck, matey. First question's not where, but some when else in steads. Past 37 good n bad seasons ye's to wait for to read tha rite book.
Sly 'tis always to read tha pages, but wretch 'twas to flip throu tha wrong tome.
Tha story of Ahab n Pequod's misfortune cometh out all most in silence. 37 North Stars 'fter that, ye rite pages followeth with wider success, but tha traveller cometh from India.
Me needs tha name o' th'wannabe.
Read well from tha parchment me's naileth to the mainmast n put all tha hints together as a ships with keel, decks n riggin for even a dinghy couldst plough no wave with no stem nor stern nor port nor starboard. Ye needs to assemble yer parts.
Me'll help collectin tha pieces n paintin thems, thus ye 'ol rottin seadogs start seein tha riddle.
'Tis deeper than it seems.
Seek tha ol' wannabee, who's life was saved by square n compass from an unknown traveller.
He conquereth the treasure with tha help o' his fella, tho endeth down tha plank for his bride-to-be's scratch.
His fella got away with it for us tha story to tell.
Tha unknown traveller be a brother in a very big brotherhood...
his worst idea was to get married. That's when he ran outta luck, someway.
The whole story starteth in India. (With tha birth of that traveller who liketh to write).
Tis an ol' story of squares and compass lovers, aye starteth in Asia by a noob monarch aeons ago n endeth in Asia many a century laters, still folks worshippin tha noob king's heir as a God, thus tha incident of his scratched face be o' abashment.
finally tha rite direction for tha answer be found flippin ye pages o' an ol' book. And yet thar be a thin connection with a wrist compass so many lads to-day they's found a beauty. From page ye has to jump to pictures, from pictures to pictures in motion. Tis a hard connection to finds.
But dont lets me throw ye off the track.
Finds tha book n ye finds thy traveller, for he be him who giveth square n compass n wrote tha story as well o' whom ye seeketh.
tha story dids not taketh place on ye ol' Pequod's deck, matey. First question's not where, but some when else in steads. Past 37 good n bad seasons ye's to wait for to read tha rite book.
Sly 'tis always to read tha pages, but wretch 'twas to flip throu tha wrong tome.
Tha story of Ahab n Pequod's misfortune cometh out all most in silence. 37 North Stars 'fter that, ye rite pages followeth with wider success, but tha traveller cometh from India.
Me needs tha name o' th'wannabe.
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