[ TT ] `` Treasure hunter ? No , I 'm more of a treasure protector . ''

`` Hello there, sir,'' said the man standing on the beach in a thick Scottish accent. `` Fine night for a sail, right?'' 
 
 After chuckling, the captain of the ship looked into the eyes of this man smugly. `` How'd you get here, old man? D'you need a lift?'' 
 
 `` Oh, no. I'm fine. Though, I must ask you to stay off of the island. This is my land, you see.'' 
 
 The boat sailed to the edge of the beach, just before hitting a sandbar. The captain dropped the anchor but never stopped looking at the man at the shore. Never stopped smirking. He hopped off the boat. 
 
 `` I've gotten a pardon. I was told that I could go onto any property I wanted, as long as I came back with riches. And that is why I'm not leaving until I find the aforementioned riches.'' 
 
 As the captain walked down the beach, he smirked. He'd won. Congratulations me, I get myself some gold. But then he heard the man speak. 
 
 `` Well, if you insist.'' 
 
 The captain turned his head only to find a bullet to the chest. He'd collapsed. The Scottish man walked over him, calm as he was before. It was too late. The captain had n't seen the murder in his eye before, but now it was too. Late. 
 
 `` My name's Patrick Islehower. What's yours?'' 
 
 `` W-Wilber Opals.'' 
 
 `` Oh, what a lovely name.'' 
 
 *BANG*
