The Clues, Damn Your Eyes

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If you're reading this, you're after my treasure. You won't find it in my chest, oh no.

I buried the booty somewhere on Stros M'Kai. Exactly where is the challenge; I hope you fail.

Below are all the clues I'll give. If you're clever enough, the treasure's yours.

My curses upon your narrow shoulders, you Goblin-spawned swine.

— Captain Izad

Stand atop Saintsport's star And spy the eternal sentinel Skirt its gate to reach the shrine Northwest stands the warrior Walk forty-five paces south Leftward palms frame the sight Of the island of iron faces Follow the rocky finger Through the broken ship Find the stone ship at anchor Riches lie under leaves in its port