AHOY!!

Mates, ye all have been transferrded to the reputable, or famous, pirate ship of Eloquence sailing for the one and only island in among the seven seas that has more treasure than treasure island itself:  the Isle of the Oaks.  A longstanding legend, this here oaks isle is.  The sailors of old used to sing their kiddies to sleep with dreams of gold, jewels, and treasure maps galore when they sang the tale of the Isle of the Oaks.  With giant trees that stretch taller than a tempestuous wave in a hurricane that come to life to protect their otherwise unguarded treasure and scare a sea-lovin' traveler more than a sea serpent ever could, this piece o' land is the death of any pirate that sets 'is dirty foot upon the shore.  It is told, by daring scalawags indeed, that the treasure lies out in the open, in one great pile in the center of the Isle, just waitin', glitterin', for some lucky feller to snatch it for his own trove.  Where the stories come from, none may say, but the voyage is ours, now, crew, and it is too late to turn back ... unless ye want to be thrown overboard for treachery and enjoy the company of the fishes tonight?  I thought not.  Welcome to the crew, mate, and a toast to yer courage.  Now, set the sails!  Let us be off, for the race has begun and the treasure awaits us.