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Gruff blinked. “Did he just… compliment me?”

Instead of gold, the hole was filled with… socks. Thousands of them. Striped socks, polka-dot socks, tiny baby socks, socks with llamas on them, and one very lonely sock with a hole in the toe. bootyfull surprise

She stood up, holding the starlight sock high. “From now on, every port we visit, we leave a sock behind. A compliment in a tavern. A thank-you note tucked under a baker’s pillow. An apology sent to an old rival.” Gruff blinked

Captain Eliza Vane was the finest privateer on the Sapphire Sea—not because she had the fastest ship or the most cannons, but because she never, ever ignored a strange map. Striped socks, polka-dot socks, tiny baby socks, socks

“But the word is spelled wrong, Gruff,” Eliza said, her eyes sparkling. “That means it’s either a child’s treasure map… or something very, very strange.”

Three days later, the Scurvy Wench anchored in the belly-button bay of Cat Island. The jungle smelled of vanilla and wet fur. After hacking through a thicket of giant catnip plants (which made the crew sneeze for an hour), they found the X—a flat stone shaped like a heart.

The cabin boy burst into happy tears.