“But, arrr!” I said in my best talk-like-a-pirate voice. “The captain of that ship got greedy, me hearties. He went rogue and slit the throats of the guards traveling with the Incan gold. He threw the dead bodies overboard and brought the treasure here to Cocos, where he hid it high in the craggy hills! The captain and his scurvy mates planned on lying low, then coming back to retrieve their treasure. But they were captured and tried for piracy, and their buried booty has never been found!”

“I’m fully aware of the historical significance of this island,” said Storm, who’s usually the one giving the history lectures. “But the true moral of your pirate story is that when teams don’t stick together and do what they’re supposed to do, everybody loses!”

“That’s exactly Bick’s point!” said Beck.

“It is?”

Since I hadn’t realized I’d been making a point, I couldn’t wait to hear what Beck would say next!