Aye me maties, tis true, true indeed! I be keeping secrets from ya! I’ve been sworn to secrecy by the Pub Wench, devious soul she is. By swearin to keep this insidious little secret, I signed in blood… under penalty of the plank, there was even the mention of keel haulin! A time sensitive secret it be, and one that the Wench be adamant about.
I’ve been promised the right to reveal, when the time is ripe. When will that be yer askin? When the Wench frees me from the blood swear I real and truly made. Soon, I assure ya, soon the mysterious cover will no longer be necessary, and I’ll be free from punishment. Free to spill the beans, and give ya a glimpse at a treasure map of unimaginable value. Until then… yer gonna have to wait, and sufferer just like me. I’ll tell ya though, I’ll be suffering far worse than you, because I really… really want to let slip my lip!
I’ll give ya a hint!!! Shh, don’t be tellin the Pub Wench now, or let let it slip while yer tight with grog. If yer crafty enough, ya just might figure it out on yer own, and I can tell the Wench truthfully that I didn't let it out. It has something ta do with the Artist Challenge and Dante’s Pub!