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Don yer finest pirate garb, festive flair, or cursed captain couture! Think tricorn hats, jingle bells on hooks, or ugly Christmas sweaters with skulls. No landlubber looks or ye be tossed to the sharks (gently, of course).
Aye! It be a potluck, and we expect each hearty sailor to bring a side or treat. We’ll have the main feast ready — you bring the extra loot for the table.
The merriment will be held at Weston and Chantel’s humble pirate haven. If ye be needin’ the exact coordinates (a.k.a. the address), send a message in a bottle—or, more wisely, just ask us!
Aye! Prepare for puzzles, perilous team duels, and a proper treasure hunt worthy of the Black Pearl herself. Only the cleverest of crews will unlock the booty!
Aye, tiny pirates may come if ye wish — but beware! There be grown-up games, loud laughter, and perhaps a bit o’ grog. Bring ‘em at yer own risk, matey.
Then ye’ll be marked as “missing at sea” and left out o’ the rations, games, and secret clues. Don’t anger the Captain — click that ArrrSVP button or be ghosted like a ship in the fog!
Aye… but they ain’t shouted from the crow’s nest. A clever pirate knows: not all treasure be marked with an X… some be just a click away.