Pirate’s Log
Ahoy, traveler. So ye found me hidden cove. What winds blew ye here? I was a great pirate once—fast ships, sharper crew. But the sea’s a fickle friend. Me crew mutinied and vanished with the Night’s Echo, and even me old crow flew off with the map. I’m here, patchin’ sails and scribblin’ notes while the tide mocks me boots.
Why ye here? Maybe curiosity, maybe fate. Either way—welcome.
These are notes, not treasures. Just rough logs and musings, nothing for plunder.
Ship stolen, pride dented. I’ll sail again… with a little wind (and maybe a coffee).
P.S. If a gull delivers this page to ye twice, blame the wind. Or the dev console. Either works.