Code is the Key

Alas, I believe we have taken a wrong turn on our voyage to the isle of the 1st trombone, my sandy sailors. We have hit a new low, wrecking our ship into the caverns of choir, a living hell for us, as it is where the Buccaneer lurks in his free time, marking his spot all over the dark interior of the caverns. The creatures that inhabit the cave are absolute savages, as they barbarically bang on the piano and mess with the files and papers. There must be a way out, we cannot brew our blood with these excuses of people. I fear that the Buccaneer might pull us down with him, our ship is broken into smithereens, and I am nervous our future can be this way too. We must make these terrible souls walk the plank before we become one of them....

On another note, I feel that we are moons ahead of the Scally Wag. And though he might be considered a "genius" his lack of common sense and mental sanity more than makes up for this false title of his, as he often has mental breakdowns, especially when we raid his port. I like to think that he has the mental capacity of a monkey, as he seems to be very clueless and also quite gullible, but that just might be because he is new to the art of war. He is still oblivious to battlefield around him, and we will take full advantage of this to make out way to the treasure. So let's sail full streams ahead, as we seem to have a comfortable lead over at least one of our competitors.

Your Captain,
'Roo
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