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s you stroll across the deck, your eyes catch sight of an anomaly among the usual seafaring clutter – a pie. Yes, a pie. Not just any pie, but a magnificently golden, perfectly crusted, fruit-filled wonder that seems to defy the laws of time and tide.

This pie, according to crew legends whispered in hushed tones, is older than the oldest sailor aboard. It’s said to have been baked by a mystical chef using timeless ingredients, making it forever fresh, forever tempting.

But beware, for those who’ve dared to sample its seemingly eternal deliciousness have found themselves… well, let’s just say they’ve experienced a range of unexpected outcomes. Some claim they’ve seen visions of other worlds, others have spoken in rhymes for days, and a few have developed a sudden and unexplainable fondness for sea shanties.

So, the question stands – to eat or not to eat? The pie sings its siren song, and its aroma is almost as persuasive as a mermaid’s call. But remember, on this ship, even the tastiest treats come with a side of surprise!