“Aha! Surrender yer shiny doo-dads and yer sweet, spiky fruits, ye landlubbers!” Bellows Stink-Eye Tortuca, adjusting his hat. The villagers at that island were trying to either escape or protect their possessions.

“Stink-Eye Tortuca and the dreaded Durianeers have come to collect the toll for this tropical paradise!” He snarls, his one visible eye scanning the alarmed Cookies who are scrambling to shield their homes. “I smell gold! And fruits! The sweetest kind of plunder!”