This is part five in my clichéd treasure island puzzle series. The story carries on from part four.
With the delicate backdrop of celestial nursery rhymes, you decide to flick through the discovered notebook more closely. You turn to the very front and begin reading:
So I see you have found my notebook. I wait with baited breath to see what you make of it. Its contents are sure to peak your curiosity. To wet your appetite, I can tell you that it was only with great care and a somewhat practiced slight of hand that I managed to place it in the chest in which you must have found it. Now, on a different tact, you must find me or forces dark will wreck havoc on this island. So pour over these notes. I know that I'm now telling you what to do, so it's up to you to decide whether to tow the line or get out. But if we work together we can nip it in the butt. Anyway, I leave that up to you. Just know that I will be on tender hooks until we can save this island. I apologize for that somewhat dramatic introduction, but everything written to you is for a purpose. But, how rude of me, I need to introduce myself, for how else are you to understand? I am a scholar of metaphors, clichés and hackneyed sayings. If you now try to seek through what you previously read that should surprise you. However I wrote what I wrote, and am indeed writing, - with not even one word out of place - in order that only a person with a similar appreciation of our beautiful language can bridge my logic and find where I am hiding. No, I won't tell you outright, but I will tell you where to begin. Start to head on over there and you will find what you need to guide you. Please do try not be overly troubled. Now go! You should already know what to seek. Combine my words to smooth the water and find your way to me. Make haste.
What a load of nonsense! Or is it?
Where to from here?