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Scurvy treasure hunt
- Thread starter JellyJoe
- Start date
- 30/3/08
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Dravot fits all the clues except he never went down any "plank". I guess having a rope bridge cut out from under him suffices. Good answer, Col.
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Blimey, by the hundr'd hammaheads me 's drunk grog by tha barrel n has talkd too much! Get around, me lads; for Trailboss da corsair hit tha bullseye n he'll has tha secret copper piece!
Allows me to fetch tha 2nd parchment I left in me casket. Trailboss ol' rat will has it before n for a gybe of stars no more shall me speaks.
1st Hint unveileth by Trailboss99.
Allows me to fetch tha 2nd parchment I left in me casket. Trailboss ol' rat will has it before n for a gybe of stars no more shall me speaks.
1st Hint unveileth by Trailboss99.
Congrats Trailboss...
Jason the Argonaut??
Please explain the answer, by the clues..
Arrr, and will see tomorrow if your luck still around Gar.
Follow the stars t' the next clue Gar, Where can I find a bottle o'rum?
Jason the Argonaut??
Please explain the answer, by the clues..
Arrr, and will see tomorrow if your luck still around Gar.
Follow the stars t' the next clue Gar, Where can I find a bottle o'rum?
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Arrrgh, by tha winds that blow n make wood to sails, speak as pirates'd sounds or the keel ye will kiss, bunches of rottin seaweed.
To Acharria tha famous corsair of Spain me says : follow tha trail o' Trailboss tha stinkar n soon the answer to ye first hint you will see.
Tonite tha new hint'll be on tha mainmast for all o' me lads to see.
- 30/3/08
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Aye Cap'n Joe, yon parchment lob'd in pocket of ma so' wester an' bein' decipherd. Ye have a keen ken fo' a mystery ye salty skipper o' this retched ship o' fools.
Yea hat chosed a bewitching set o' clues once agin yea canny ol' sea dog. Some o' that learned seat o' culture ye call home has rub'd o' on yea, 'tis fo' sure. Where bound tis' time I am yet ta ken.
Yea hat chosed a bewitching set o' clues once agin yea canny ol' sea dog. Some o' that learned seat o' culture ye call home has rub'd o' on yea, 'tis fo' sure. Where bound tis' time I am yet ta ken.
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We's both been 'round enough t'has tha gift o' connecting hint n clue as a whole, ye ol' helmsman o' celestial sailin 'bout tha seven seas n beyond. Ye is man o' yer brains n me's sure 'bout so.
Ye threw thy blade n naild it to spot, but next hint will bug thy brains into a pail.
Ye threw thy blade n naild it to spot, but next hint will bug thy brains into a pail.
Aye Cap'n Jelly, you sea-rag of a rum-sodden skipper of t'is brok'n down sail'n ship. T'is stowaway shall speak the language of your wretch'd crew of misfits.
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Blimey, see what cometh out o' tha bung hole, and smartly, rite when me thinks me's dealin with lubbers n lasses, by tha thousand salt crusted cannon wicks. Me's no doubt ye had ay felon in ye, ye's one of us, ol' scurvy bildge-spat son of a shark.
Be set for tonite a new hint'l be stabbed to tha mainmast n all o' ye lads shall be calleth to answer.
Be set for tonite a new hint'l be stabbed to tha mainmast n all o' ye lads shall be calleth to answer.
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Trailboss dids good on tha first contest o' brains, me's keepeth me word and giveth tha clue to hims only.
Hads it fer a day n a nite, but that ol' barnacle coverd stingray fishbone didnst get th' rite answer. Thus as promiseth, here me nails to th' mainmast tha new mappe o' hints n ye lads back t' work to unveil its odd secrets.
"Eadweard the eldest who lasteth so little killeth on the spot, ye ancient time calendar, Avalon's waters kept in a mug.
What portrait is this?
Our Lady o' the monks, tha mountain o' sand, walls pointing at God sittin on tunnels o' magic occult.
What portrait is this?
Let yer two paintings love one another n tell me tha name o' the king.
Cap'n ol' Jelly Joe"
Remeber ye has to tell me a name n a reason or me's not flippin' tha bill in yer salty pockets.
C'mon felons make good use o' yer brains n shoot out some answers, by tha thousand anchors o' Redbeard ye turkman. For th' treasure awaits some where greedy hands t' open tha chest.
Hads it fer a day n a nite, but that ol' barnacle coverd stingray fishbone didnst get th' rite answer. Thus as promiseth, here me nails to th' mainmast tha new mappe o' hints n ye lads back t' work to unveil its odd secrets.
"Eadweard the eldest who lasteth so little killeth on the spot, ye ancient time calendar, Avalon's waters kept in a mug.
What portrait is this?
Our Lady o' the monks, tha mountain o' sand, walls pointing at God sittin on tunnels o' magic occult.
What portrait is this?
Let yer two paintings love one another n tell me tha name o' the king.
Cap'n ol' Jelly Joe"
Remeber ye has to tell me a name n a reason or me's not flippin' tha bill in yer salty pockets.
C'mon felons make good use o' yer brains n shoot out some answers, by tha thousand anchors o' Redbeard ye turkman. For th' treasure awaits some where greedy hands t' open tha chest.
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TRANSLATION FOR THE AAARRGGHH IMPAIRED:
"Eadweard the eldest who lasted so little killed on the spot, the ancient time calendar, Avalon's waters kept in a mug.
What portrait is this?
Our Lady of the monks, the mountain of sand, walls pointing at God sittin on tunnels of magic occult.
What portrait is this?
Let your two paintings love one another and tell me the name of the king.
Cap'n ol' Jelly Joe"
Rememb'r ye cans try as many times 's ye wish, ol' shark-chewed peglegs. Th' more tries me gets, th' soon'r more hints will a-comes.
"Eadweard the eldest who lasted so little killed on the spot, the ancient time calendar, Avalon's waters kept in a mug.
What portrait is this?
Our Lady of the monks, the mountain of sand, walls pointing at God sittin on tunnels of magic occult.
What portrait is this?
Let your two paintings love one another and tell me the name of the king.
Cap'n ol' Jelly Joe"
Rememb'r ye cans try as many times 's ye wish, ol' shark-chewed peglegs. Th' more tries me gets, th' soon'r more hints will a-comes.
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Me's sure ye cans do bett'r than thats, ye salt-crusted mouldy barrel o' sardines.
No lads ar' interest'd here in unveilin tha flat riddle?
Extra Hint:
Eadweard a name 'tis n ye eldest hims were o' two brothers, why didst he last shortly? An' not when but where is tha spot?
"Eadweard is a name and he was the eldest of two brothers, why didnt he last long? Not when, but where is the spot?"
