Aye. All ships made it safely out th’ Southern Harbor. May ye compasses be true.

The secrets of the scroll will turn our Island nation ‘nto somethin’ far greater. The challenges ahead be critical. We must face them bravely.

Storms have slowed me fleet as dey approach The Great Bend. The masts be strong and the sailors brave. Bend don’t break me hearties. Be on the ready Barefoot Parrots

Make no mistake me hearties. Today we are an island. Soon we shall be a mighty republic! All corners of the metaverse shall know our name.

The waters have calmed. To parrots in ye treehouse keep a sharp eye to the sea tomorrow. Be ready to fly. We must find the scroll.

Parrots to the Treehouse. Choose ye’ ships.

The Reef Crusher crew is safe but sadly their mission failed.

Steady ye parrots.

Tough day on the water me hearties. Replenish. Tomorrow we find the scroll. Aye. It be key. A mighty republic we will be.

The kraken be unforgiving

Bravery a must among the fleet. Who shall be brave and stare down the beast?

Aye. The Golden Barnacle crew a debt we owe. Your bravery will be instrumental in the birth of our republic.

The cannons will thunder. There’s much left to plunder.

Aye. Be curious indeed.

Aye. We don’t seem to be alone.