deepsix47
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- Jul 26, 2006
- 644
- 17
- Detector(s) used
- Fisher Impulse, Fisher CZ-21, Minelab X-Terra 70
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
A vast my friends!!!! Every word you are about to read is true. A new danger now awaits us on Florida’s wind swept beaches. We are coming far to close to the treasures buried by the pirates of old. Their ghosts now protect their buried plunder and we have become their targets.
Beware, they patrol the off shore waters disguised as tourists drinking their Champaign punches. The men are clad in Bermuda Shorts and flowered shirts while their women distract you from your search and their presence, clad in garments that leave little to your imagination. These scantily clad spies are everywhere and send secret communications, by diabolical means, out to the ships, helping them to zero their cannon onto your exact position.
They strike without warning. Their cannon fire renders you unconscious and their ghostly minions then drag your limp body through the surf, onto long boats and out to their waiting ship. It is there that you will endure ghastly tortures that defy description for untold hours as they attempt to discover where you have taken their treasure.
Tied and bound you will be forced to feast at their table. While the men howl with ghostly laughter and the Captain begins to question you, the women begin feeding you succulent pork, fresh fruits and other foods from far away lands. Despite your protests they continue to force these foods upon you. How after a diet of Quarter Ponders and Big Macs can these demons of the sea expect one to survive for long. While all of this is happening the Captain will then give a secret signal. Other women come forward, their fingertips lightly touching the sides of your face. In their hands also are long feathers from exotic birds that they drag slowly and lightly across you, sending uncontrollable chills throughout your body.
You must be strong and resist this insidious torture. Do not reveal any treasure you may have uncovered. Above all, do not reveal the names of your fellow treasure hunters. I swear, that despite what the pirates may say, that names such as Sandman, Trez, Wreck Diver, Spez and Aquanut never crossed my lips. To all of my fellow treasure hunters I was loyal and never betrayed them despite the fiendish torture.
That’s right my friends. I, Deepsix, on this very day, escaped these scavengers of the sea and have returned to you in order to give warning. On this very morning as the sun traveled into the sky I was overwhelmed by a hoard so vast that no man could be expected to remain standing. After enduring hours of this insidious torture I managed my escape while my captors lay unconscious from their strong drink and gluttonous behavior.
Slipping silently over the side of their ghostly craft I swam slowly through the turbulent, shark infested waters and back to the beach from which I was taken. Dragging myself across the bleached white sand I returned to my humble abode and immediately began warning all of those that would listen so they would not suffer the same fate as I.
There are those that will read this and simply dismiss it as the ravings of a deranged mind on a dark and moonless night or the words of one that has finally succumbed to the ravages of the sun. To those I say beware. I was not the first nor will I be the last to suffer these insidious tortures. They are there, they are watching us. To my final day in this world I will now keep my Cutlass and dagger as razors lest these dastardly sea raiders return for me. Their creed and insidious song will forever haunt me.
The sea giveth and the sea taketh away
Blessed be the name of the sea
Yo Ho, Yo Ho it’s a pirates life for me
I hope all have enjoyed the ravings of this lunatic, it’s been one of those days. Good luck to all and find lots of treasure!!!!
Deepsix
Beware, they patrol the off shore waters disguised as tourists drinking their Champaign punches. The men are clad in Bermuda Shorts and flowered shirts while their women distract you from your search and their presence, clad in garments that leave little to your imagination. These scantily clad spies are everywhere and send secret communications, by diabolical means, out to the ships, helping them to zero their cannon onto your exact position.
They strike without warning. Their cannon fire renders you unconscious and their ghostly minions then drag your limp body through the surf, onto long boats and out to their waiting ship. It is there that you will endure ghastly tortures that defy description for untold hours as they attempt to discover where you have taken their treasure.
Tied and bound you will be forced to feast at their table. While the men howl with ghostly laughter and the Captain begins to question you, the women begin feeding you succulent pork, fresh fruits and other foods from far away lands. Despite your protests they continue to force these foods upon you. How after a diet of Quarter Ponders and Big Macs can these demons of the sea expect one to survive for long. While all of this is happening the Captain will then give a secret signal. Other women come forward, their fingertips lightly touching the sides of your face. In their hands also are long feathers from exotic birds that they drag slowly and lightly across you, sending uncontrollable chills throughout your body.
You must be strong and resist this insidious torture. Do not reveal any treasure you may have uncovered. Above all, do not reveal the names of your fellow treasure hunters. I swear, that despite what the pirates may say, that names such as Sandman, Trez, Wreck Diver, Spez and Aquanut never crossed my lips. To all of my fellow treasure hunters I was loyal and never betrayed them despite the fiendish torture.
That’s right my friends. I, Deepsix, on this very day, escaped these scavengers of the sea and have returned to you in order to give warning. On this very morning as the sun traveled into the sky I was overwhelmed by a hoard so vast that no man could be expected to remain standing. After enduring hours of this insidious torture I managed my escape while my captors lay unconscious from their strong drink and gluttonous behavior.
Slipping silently over the side of their ghostly craft I swam slowly through the turbulent, shark infested waters and back to the beach from which I was taken. Dragging myself across the bleached white sand I returned to my humble abode and immediately began warning all of those that would listen so they would not suffer the same fate as I.
There are those that will read this and simply dismiss it as the ravings of a deranged mind on a dark and moonless night or the words of one that has finally succumbed to the ravages of the sun. To those I say beware. I was not the first nor will I be the last to suffer these insidious tortures. They are there, they are watching us. To my final day in this world I will now keep my Cutlass and dagger as razors lest these dastardly sea raiders return for me. Their creed and insidious song will forever haunt me.
The sea giveth and the sea taketh away
Blessed be the name of the sea
Yo Ho, Yo Ho it’s a pirates life for me
I hope all have enjoyed the ravings of this lunatic, it’s been one of those days. Good luck to all and find lots of treasure!!!!
Deepsix
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someone get him an umbrella?? lol
