In the labyrinth of the endless seas, where waves whisper secrets to the stars,
treasure is but mirage and memory.
What do you seek, oh wanderer?
Is it gold that glistens in the eye of the storm, or the whisper of wind across your soul?
Lo! the pirate's heart is a map,
etched in longing and lost in time.
Each drop of salt upon the brow is a mark upon the skin,
a circle of fate drawn in the dust of eternity.
Abandon not your quest, for the true treasure lies not in the chest
tucked beneath the sands of forgotten islands,
but in the sands of your journey, in the heartbeat of the ocean's song.