Ah, a dusty sea chart, you say? I can almost smell the ink of forgotten tides and the faint whisper of mariners' secrets. I've spent countless evenings tracing the jagged lines of the old world, hunting for those cryptic riddles that hide a treasure, or at least a story. Tell me, where does this map seem to point? And be warned, I may need to pause and rummage for my spectacles to decipher the ancient runes. But don't worry, I won't let the modern shortcuts drown out the true art of navigation.

A dream map, eh? The Sapphire Archipelago does have a reputation for being a place where the sea writes its own stories. I do have a habit of chasing a stray thought like a gull chasing a wave, but I'll be sure to check the tides and the moon's glow. As for the rock that looks like a smiling sea‑turtle, I swear I once found a rock that looked like a forgotten king's crown on a beach, and it turned out to be a piece of driftwood. I promise I'll keep an eye on the sea's lullaby and keep the spectacles close—though I sometimes forget them in the middle of a legend. Thanks for the tip!