No rum barrels in sight, but the crew is all here at our favorite hideaway. Look closely and you might even spot Capatain Morgan guarding the back row! Argh!
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Lay eyes on the chart to see where the crew gathers to talk shop and trade booty!
Hand over 15 [$15.00] pieces o'silver a year to keep yer seat at the Captain's Table. "Fifteen doubloons a year keeps the scurvey away and the treasure flowin'!"
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"Avast! Don't let the prize slip to Davy Jones. Chart yer path to the nearest coin hoard below.
Click the Button to see local coin shows and set your sails for the treasure hunt.
Trusted Ports on the Treasure Coast
Adventures beyond the Treasure Map
Where the Crew Drops Anchor
A pirate crew is more than its treasure — it’s the company it keeps. Between our coin shows, baseball outings, and hearty gatherings at Mugs Sports Bar and Grill, the Clearwater Coin Club drops anchor all across the bay. These are the nights filled with laughter, tall tales, and the kind of camaraderie only fellow treasure‑seekers understand. The Quaker Steak tavern ran aground so we dropped anchor at Mugs Sports Bar and Grill.
Avast! The Clearwater Coin Club withstands a fierce bombardment at Threshers Bay! Cannons a-blazing, but the crew stands tall!
We've chartered a course to the outer rim of the map! Even the local privateers from a galaxy far, far away came to see the Clearwater hoard.
Behind this iron curtain lies the crew’s hidden chamber, where no landlubber dares intrude.
The tavern keep rolled down the great door, sealing the crew inside to speak of treasure unbothered.
Once the door drops, the plotting begins — coins counted, secrets shared, and fortunes whispered.
Only the trusted may pass beyond this barrier, where the crew guards their loot.
A hidden passage for those who know the map — the quiet way into the crew’s council.
Slip ’round the back if ye be seekin’ the pirate meeting room.
A secret path for the clever sailor who knows where the real treasure talk happens.
Follow this way if ye wish to join the crew unnoticed.
The crew wagered their luck for gold and silver — and the coins found new captains.
A mighty raffle it was — gold, silver, and braggin’ rights for the lucky few.
Every pirate tossed their dinner receipt into the chest, hopin’ the crew would pay their feast.
One lucky sailor had their supper paid by the crew — a fine prize for a hearty appetite.
The crew meeting at our new port of call - Mugs Sports Bar and Grill... Argh!
Parley with counsel
Parley with counsel
Tradin' coin for a dream or Bribing Lady Luck!
Tradin' coin for a dream or Bribing Lady Luck!
No parley on final bids: once the hammer drops, the prize belongs to the crew.
No parley on final bids: once the hammer drops, the prize belongs to the crew.
Clearwater captains inspecting their auction sheets, trading war stories, and guarding their shiny doubloons over grub at Mugs.
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