12/10/2026
đ´ââ ď¸ Where Ee Too(sday)! đ´ââ ď¸
This tide, Lady Laura Mackerel stands upon the quarterdeck, spyglass pressed to her eye, brows knotted like a stormâsnarled rope. Out yonder on the horizon, a scatter oâ ships be driftinâ in the morning haze- too many sails, too many shadows, and not enough answers for her likinâ.
The crew gather round, whisperinâ about rival corsairs, ghost fleets, and merchants up to no good. Lady Laura lowers her spyglass slow, lets out a thoughtful sigh, and slips a fresh riddle into yer mitts:
âWhere a forestânamed creek shelters broken swimmers beside waters once rich with trade.â
If ye reckon yeâve charted the right hidden haven, roar a mighty âAYE!â belowâŚ
But keep yer answer stowed tighter than a mermaidâs purse â no rival crew be pilferinâ yer brainâbooty this voyage.
â Find out Where Ee Too(sday) tomorrow at 8:15am â brought to ye by Rental Cornwall â