On a long journey you are ahead of for yourself. You shall visit many islands and remote areas of the seas, and not so remote. You can not get more help now, but know this: Many things starts in barns !
During the search, you prick your finger on a misplaced needle.
The young boy's eyes widen in excitement , and he wraps his arms around your neck.
The Lad whispers: For your generosity, I shall tell you some information that I know. Rumor has it that my moms keeps a bottle of rum under her bed. But you didn't hear shit from me!
The young boy gives one last, excited grin, then scampers off to find his mother.
The sailor turns to you and whispers: Seek ye out the child o' stone... Who plays now, fore'er alone... Tip 'im o'er and ye might find... A li'l tip I left be'ind...