The pirate waited patiently for his apple, catching it and biting into it with a satisfying crunch. Now this was something he was going to tire of anytime soon - all the apples his rotten teeth could eat!

"Right," he said through a mouthful of apple. "Follow this, lad. Ye know yer history, aye? Hernan Cortez melted down Mexica gold and it were said heathens put a mighty curse on the whole lot! Whoever should disturb the gold..." He rolled his wrist. "An' all that malarkey. A myth we thought, 'til we grabbed the gold and spent it away on useless things."