Believe what ye will but these stories all be true. There be pirates still a-sailing the Caribbean. This I swear. Some of them be marooned along the islands for violation of ship's articles or offending the pirate crew. The victim is left on a deserted island with few supplies. That way, no one could say that the unlucky pirate had actually been killed by his former brethren. Others are floating upon graceful ocean waves of aqua, out there sailing in search of golden plunder and ruby blood. Contraband cargo, forbidden by law, is a profitable trade for pirates. And dead men tell no tales. Hide yer gold and keep quiet as you glide these waters. But the swashbucklers will still find you.
And then, if all of that isn’t enough, there’s those from the back-o beyond. True buccaneers who will take no prisoners. But kill them all quick. Don’t be expecting mercy from the likes of them. Batten down the hatches and prepare your vessel for the approaching storm. A tempest of time travel in the dreaded Bermuda Triangle is on the horizon.
Avast ye land-lovers and pay attention. For here’s a chantey of strange sea songs. Keelhaul him but don’t scare the fish. Listen between the lines and there you’ll find the treasure. Embellished fiction? None of them stories be true. Or so they say.