A Shiv for a Soul
They say the dead walk on Smuggler's Shiv, and that those who have yet to die dine on the flesh of their kin. They say that the very plants and animals of the island thirst for blood. And they say that those who sail too close to the island's cutting edge are already doomed, even before their ships are impaled and slip beneath the shary-hungry waves. The island itself is a grave to all manner of folk-pirate, and soldier, merchant and smuggler alike. By day, one who approaches too closely can hear their screams from the green that crowns the isle, and by night cannibal ghosts eager to lure new meals to their shore.
They say all this and more about Smuggler's Shiv.
I can think of no better place to hide my treasure.
