Andrew / September 19, 2003 3:58 PM

Under the third oak tree from the shore at Montrose Beach!

Alice / September 19, 2003 4:18 PM

I entrusts me booty to the pirates at Bank One. And if eyes like to be seein' it again, I must pay fer the pleasure. Arr.

Red Bess Flint / September 19, 2003 4:23 PM

Under yards of petticoats, of course ;)

alicia / September 19, 2003 5:21 PM

the cap'n of the SS Stabbin took away all me booty

christian / September 19, 2003 8:23 PM

My buried treasure? Why should I tell you mate? That’s the whole point of buried treasure; no one knows where it is. Even me. Arrrgh!

Oh crap.

Now where did I put my jolly roger?

Alex / September 20, 2003 12:58 PM

Ducats! Ducats! Pieces o' Eight! Wouldn' ye like to know, matey?! Argh! Duacts! Pieces o' Eight! Ducats!

peggy / September 20, 2003 11:44 PM

Arr, me hearties, 'tis way easier to hide it now in East Boo-Hoo, Tennessee, than it ever was on George St.

Niki / September 22, 2003 3:00 PM

Nice homage to International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Shiver me timbers! Avast, me hearties! Me keeps me booty buried deep in vats of chum way down in the bung hole! An' me likes it that way! Now mes gonna pour down some grog smartly, ya stinkin' blige rat!

Niki / September 22, 2003 3:03 PM

Nice homage to International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Shiver me timbers! Avast, me hearties! Me keeps me booty buried deep in vats of chum way down in the bung hole! An' me likes it that way! Now mes gonna pour down some grog smartly, ya stinkin' blige rat!