Jack_Sparrow & Myst
Myst
So I've been digging into an old legend about a hidden treasure that no one on a map can find. Ever run into something like that on your adventures?
Jack_Sparrow
Ah, a treasure that's a myth in ink but a siren in the sea. I've chased a few of those—some lead to storms, some to the horizon, but most end with a good laugh and a full belly. What's the legend say?
Myst
It’s about a wrecked frigate off the coast of Nara’s Bay. They say the captain hid a chest of gems in a reef that shifts with the tides, and the map’s coordinates rewrite themselves every full moon. A few have tried and left with a broken compass or a story about a phantom tide. Nothing’s proven, so I keep a ledger of the attempts—just in case the curse or the treasure has a better sense of timing than us.
Jack_Sparrow
Sounds like a puzzle that’s as fickle as a weathered sea dog. I’ve chased maps that change with the wind, but I’ve never been outsmarted by a tide. Got any crew on hand or are you sailing solo into the shifting reef?
Myst
Just me and a notebook that claims to have a mind of its own, a compass that refuses to point north, and a crew of doubts that keep me company. If you’re up for silence and shifting tides, you can join—though I’ll be the only one with the map.
Jack_Sparrow
A lone sailor with a notebook that talks and a compass that plays hide‑and‑seek—sounds like my kind of crew. I’m always up for a quiet, mysterious hunt, especially if the tide’s got a secret to reveal. Count me in, and let’s see if the moon can’t rewrite its own story.
Myst
Nice, then. I’ll dust off the old notebook and see if it finally agrees to stop spouting nonsense. Bring a steady hand for the compass and a good ear for the sea’s whispers—those are the only tools that might keep us from being swallowed by the shifting tide.