Come along, me hearties! We be robbin' the sea of her treasures...
Fer the price of a silver thimble and an acorn, this windswept lassie agreed to lead us to a hidden pirate's cove, where the treasure lies
Shiver me timbers - ye might think us addled as we went searchin' as the gale storms were brewin' and the winds blowin'. Arrrrgh! But these conditions be just right for the booty we be seekin'.
Sink me! Here we are, me buckos. Low tide - the best time to search! So get yer deadlights workin'...
Here I be, Red-hand Jill (me pirate name), lookin' to see if what I found be true
this old salt, me life-long matey, with treasure in his grasp til we reach safe haven
And here be our plate of swag...sea glass, also known as "mermaid's tears".
Do you know it takes at least thirty years for a piece of glass to churn through the waves to smooth the edges and soften the colour? The discarded made beautiful. Aye, treasure indeed.