Every pirate loves booty! Booty to spend! Booty to revel in! Booty to make the other pirates jealous! Booty to kiss! Booty to shake! Booty to… well, you get the idea.
Unfortunately, your pirate crew has no booty. You do, however, have a map. A map which your captain, James Jameson, acquired from the corpse of a most reputable source –Gloucester Bill (Scourge of the Severn River) – who, in turn, acquired it from the corpse of Black Mack – dread pirate and 16th century goth – who died strangled with his own fishnet glove. He had acquired it from the Dread Pirate Bob – new the Dead Pirate Bob – who took it from the still-warm corpse of blood-thirsty, cross-dressing piratess, Pink Beard – Sandra to her friends – who, it is rumoured in the corners of the most wretched of pirate drinking holes actually paid for it. Pink beard is said to have bought it from Colour-Blind Hugh , the only remaining companion of the renowned buccaneer Captain Slate, to whom Slate whispered the location of his buried treasure upon his death bed.
Untroubled by the unnecessarily long chain of deceased previous owners, Captain Jameson has led you to the fabled Booty Island. Now you stand at the stern (that’s the pointy bit of your ship), regarding the promised land, dreaming of booty, and trying to ignore the rhythmic drumming drifting out from the impenetrable jungle, the ghostly whispers that abound every time the map is opened, the shark fins cutting the water, the unseen creature that just caused a 200 foot tall tree to topple as it brushed past and the shadows slinking about behind the tree line. Oh, and the thought of all the other pirates who Hugh is said to have sold maps to, who are undoubtedly hot on your heels.
Booty Island is an adventure featuring pirates, parrots, primates, pilates, pygmies, booty, ghosts, fish men, dinosaurs, ninjas and oversized cooking pots*.
*I was lying about the pilates. A pirate never indulges in exercise that doesn’t involve cutlasses, grog, rum, buggery or the lash (and prefers it to include all five). Also, all that bending tends to make their tricorn hats fall off and a pirate never reveals his receding hair line. It’s bad for the image.