Captain's Log. 16 May, 1666: Bought me self a loot map. 'twas only a grog 'n 5 pieces o' eight. 'n I don't even needs no stinkin' crew t' reach it, a sea turtle raft will do. 17 May, 1666: Blast it all, by thunder! Th' booty was black spotted. Bob "Ulele" McMutton, th' skeleton guardian was a nice enough chap. He shared his adventures 'n grog wit' me, then left a stinkin' black mark on me palm 'n told me I 'ave 3 day t' return th' booty... or else. Mighty pleasant fella; he even warned me afore leavin' th' island; jus' imagine if I had left 'n reached th' first tavern!. Anyways, I 'ave 3 days, might as well take th' booty t' th' first port 'n flaunt it aft all this trouble - plenty o' time t' return it later. 19 May, 1666: Yup. I spent it all, by thunder. Down t' th' mighty last doubloon. I couldn't help it; as soon as I reached th' first tavern, th' wenches 'n grog were too much t' resist. Th' end be nigh. I hear a rappin' on th' door, as o' some bony body lumberin' against it. It shall nah find me. God, that noise! No! No! Ulele! ULELE!