Jack_Sparrow & Snegir
Jack_Sparrow Jack_Sparrow
Snegir Snegir
Snegir Snegir
Have you ever noticed how the way a storm curls around a harbor looks a lot like the twists of a pirate’s map, all those little loops and turns that hide the treasure?
Jack_Sparrow Jack_Sparrow
Ah, the storm’s a map, eh? Even the seas whisper where the gold lies, just keep your compass steady and your eyes on the horizon.
Snegir Snegir
Yes, the wind writes its own map in the salt air, but remember that a true compass points inward, not just toward gold. Keep quiet when the sea sings, and you’ll hear its true treasure.
Jack_Sparrow Jack_Sparrow
You speak like a bard of the brine, eh? If the sea’s got a secret, just don’t be the one to ask it—let the waves spill the tale while you chart a course to the next adventure.