I reckon them pesky girls 'n boys keep stealin' me treasure. I be not fer sure, but all me treasure be gone, 'n last the hour I saw them, they had shovels in their hands. But they don't be knowin' 'bout me new treasure. 'n I won't leave maps just lyin' around anymore. These girls 'n boys be too clever in 'tis land they call th' Fort Valley. I hear thar be an imposter that do be tryin' to pretend to be me. Be on th' look out.