Words of the Constant
Arrrr.
'tis closed ta me.
It be needin' somethin' ta open't.
Thar b'nothin' ta wrap!
Alls I can write be an "X"!
Me can'ts be doin' thet.
Ol'Woodlegs wins ag'in!
Beasties be flappin' about.
'Tis not from 'round here.
'Tis dark!
Glory fer ol'Woodlegs!
If only me shipmates could see me now!
Thet didn't go by plans. Might'n try again.
Back ye tiny winged devils!
She's takin' on water!
She be goin' doooon!
Be this th'day th'sea claims me?
Infernal weapon!
Ouch!
I can fix this, methinks.
Whut'n th'blazes was thet!
I be bitten!
ArrrrrrBrrrrrrr!
Where'd th'lil devil go?
I be missin' th'needed parrrts.
Me britches be soaked!
Some big devil be upon me!
Ah! Th'air be cool again.
It be gettin' late. Dark be on th'horizon.
Arrr thet be good.
Me won't be eatin' thet.
Me don't feel so good.
Thet don't be agreein' wit' me guts.
Thet were past th'freshness date.
It be dark!
I's can see again!
I be free!
Koff! Koff! Smelly as tha bilgewater!
Me nose be itchier than a sliver in me pegleg.
Ah! Th'air be clear again!
Ol'Woodlegs noggin' be workin' today!
Needs me a... ice chip er two...
Whut be thet noise signallin'?
Woodlegs be needin'a permit fer't.
I be hungry...
Th'tracks be fresh. Th'devil be near hereabouts.
Th'trail be lost.
Th'trail be washed out.
De ye need more poop, plant?
I can't be luggin' anymore things!