An elderly pirate retired from the sea and his pirating career, married his favourite whore and purchased a small wooden bungalow set in an acre of land where both himself and his good lady wife grew strawberries and made jam for a living. Unfortunately, because of the lack of decent advertising, they never managed to sell any jam until it had gone past its use by date, meaning they had to sell it cheap.
Everybody on the island knew this and they would wait for a month before going up to the ex pirates bungalow to get some cheap fruit preserve.
You couldn't miss the place. Go up the dirt road and look for a wooden bungalow going by the name of "Old Jam Acre"
We defiantly need a "Groan" button^^^^^^^^^^^^