Dissent in the Ranks, by the Cursed Captain.
I wanted a pirate lair, an' now I'm in charge of a whole pirate town! More ships an' sailors keep smashin' into the rocks, bringin' new arrivals and supplies. It's that witless Lighthouse Keeper's fault fer lettin' the flame go out so often, but I let the pirates tay just so long as they join me ever-growin' crew. I heard one ungrateful cur call this town a Sailor's Grave, but I say that's a fine name. Why should we return to the land o' the livin' an' risk losin' me plunder? Me greedy First Mate wants to move the whole haul into Dead Man's Grotto to keep it safe, but I'm not lettin' so much as a coin out of me sight... So long as we remain, the treasure will be ours and ours alone. An' if those scurvy dogs don't want their share, so be it. I'll take the whole heap for meself!