Gather round, ye scallywags, and hear the sorry tale of Long John Silver and his gnarly, knobbly left leg… π¦΅
The fearsome and dastardly Bartholomew Roberts β Black Bart to those who dare speak his name β had been huntin’ Long John Silver’s recent haul of gold for many a month.
A fortune beyond imagination. Enough to retire on. Hidden where no man could find it.
Canny old Long John Silver had the map tattooed on his leg β so he’d never lose it. πΊοΈ
Clever. Very clever.
Unfortunately β not clever enough. π¬
In the ensuing battle between the two most fearsome pirates to ever sail the seven seas, Long John Silver ‘accidentally’ fell against Black Bart’s sword…
…and lost his gnarly, knobbly left leg. π¦΅
Along with the map. π±
Black Bart hasn’t realised where the map be yet.
But he will. π
Ye have 20 minutes to find Long John Silver’s missing leg β and the map to the treasure β before Black Bart works it out and beats ye to the loot!
Find the leg. Find the map. Claim the treasure. π°
Fail β and ye’ll be walkin’ the plank. πͺ΅π
The clock be tickin’, buccaneers. β³
Do ye dare? π΄ββ οΈβ
