Ahoy, mateys.
A lifetime of adventure and exploration in the Caribbean has left me with quite a bit of booty, but I be an old sea dog on my way to Davy Jones' Locker. Me doctor only gives me 9 more days. Ye scallywags are welcome to set sail in search of it. I'll leave me treasure map for ye buccaneers, but to know where it ends, ye need to know where it begins. Be sure to batten down the hatches, for dead men tell no tales.
P.S. Please also take care of Eugene, me parrot.
Thousands of leagues under the sea,
or over in Switzerland is where I'll be.The sum of the beast will leave you helpless
like the death of the monk with the Chinese EmpressIf you want to avoid hot lead in your mouth,
I'd start at naught, and go all the way South
Hint
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Hint 2
Perhaps one of my questions over at gis.SE will help point you in the right direction?