Seadate: I don't know, lol
We were sailin' thee high seas, when we come across a mysterious oisland that weren't on thee map. We anchored near it, an' rowed ashore, lookin' fer food, but then we was attacked by a moighty army o' stone 'eads wot 'ad come from nowhere. Me crew turned an' fled, but I fought on, killin' many o' them. But they were too many fer me, an' after thinnin' the army o' 100 o' them, I decided ter run fer thee boat. We rowed back ter thee ship, but thee 'eads marched on inter the sea, comin' fer us. We only just managed ter sail away in toime, an' a steep sea shelf facilitated our escape by stoppin' them in their tracks. Or so we'd 'oped.
After a month o' frantic sailin', we entered shallower water again, an' lo an' be'old, thee 'eads appeared once again, but we were ready this toime, an' bein' spurred on by me 'eroic deeds, me crew killed them all. We then sailed back ter thee oisland, which were free fer us ter plunder, an' we found a ware'ouse full o' boxes. Upon openin' thee boxes, which were labelled "Knork", we found many great wonders, an' me crew ain't never gonna be lonely at sea again.
Roland Deschain - Half prophet, half gunslinger, all Pastafarian!
"Since Alexander Pearce escaped, over 250 people have disappeared in the Tasmanian wilderness. No remains have ever been found." - Dying Breed