Ever since he discovered the joy of file sharing navigating, Felix wanted to be a pirate. Admittedly, some aspects of the life aboat, like the repetitive and monotonous food and the shaking vessels did not make it an easy task, but that wouldn't deter him.

As he reaches an age that finds most seafarers at the bottom of the ocean (and few of them can count up to), he seems to be living the dream his own way. Most buccaneers would be planning their next plunder to finally replace that wooden leg with one of (fake) gold, or raiding pubs in search of that fine lass that would finally keep him ashore. Not Felix.

The blood of the pirate, I tell ya, flows in mysterious ways, and on Felix flowing it does. He's keen on patches, loves himself a sea shanty like no sane drylander, and longs for the water. "It's been a long time since I've been on a floaty thing", he's been heard to yearn. He's even suspected to like Chips Ahoy!

Above all, that blood runs faster and warmer when it comes to hide treasure. Fewer tasks will command his attention and wit as much. Maps will be drawn, puns will be conceived, ruses will arise, puzzles will come to be.

Well, how the tides change! Now the hider becomes the seeker! Take a walk, see if the grass is greener on the back side.