Between blotch and blok

Ahoy, all you shivering land lubbers! Dirty Annie Kid has buried all her worldly goods where none of you limey deck swabbers can find 'em.

Avast and shiver me timbers! My dragon don't do Pirate speak. Aaarrr!

(In other words, I finally got round to buying some cheap off-site storage, since backing up files from the upstairs PC to the downstairs PC didn't strike me as a great deal of protection. And no, voice recognition software is definitively not configured by default to cope with Talk like a Pirate Day.)