This was not the plan, Ishmael thought, gunfire and the echoing devastation of canon fire ringing in their ears. The Lost Cove was not meant to be crawling with pirates. Rowing their ships small dingy to an unguarded boat, Ishmael unravels from a silk linen the one treasure they were able to come across. Looking up at them are two sparkling eyes, diamonds, set into a silver skull. Reaching the ship, Ishmael climbs aboard the creaky deck, laughs, then proceeds to steer themselves out of this hopeless cove.
"What's adventure without a little surprise and danger," Ishmael drawls to the sparkling skull, the glittering eyes stare back, urging Ishmael onto greater bounties.