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Arrrr me head...

Ye didn't get ol'Woodlegs, sky bolts!

This ol'dawg didn't be learnin' any new tricks thar.

Thet's not fer this land!

Into th'murk and mist wit' me...

Ta th'edge o'th'world and back!

A veil o'mist approaches...

Th' message be faded...

Message in a Bottle

Treasure! More'n more treasure!!!

Back ye blood-sucking devils!

Ol' Woodlegs found'a door!

Bah. Nothin'.

Treasure!

Bah. Tha treasure be gone.

This ain't be th'time fer nappin'.

This ain't be th'time fer snoozin'.

It be too bright ta shut me eye.

Me ain't be tired.

I be too hungry fer a nap.

Me tummy be grumblin' too loud ta sleep.

Night be fer slumber not fer siestas.

This ain't th'sorta place fer nappin'.

Me don't likes th'idea o'a burnin' bed.

Thar b'nothin' ta find 'round these parts.

No trouble!

I don't be thinkin' this plant belongs here.

Th'map don't be matchin' th'land.

Keep yer beak ta yerself!

Arrgh!

Avast!

Ye repulsive thing!

Tha' hide be too tough!

Where's me harpoon!

What's ye weakness, ye land Leviathan?

Th'world be belchin'.

Th'wheels be turnin'.

Ol' Woodlegs is na lookin' ta get trapped'ere!

Aye, me ol'frenemies back ta take a bite outta me hide!

Ye done right by me, tree.

Ahh-pheww!!

Me soaked ta th'bones!

Yarrrrrg!

Ye'll be needin' ta pay tha taxes!

Ye poky devils ye!

Arrgh! Me tools be fallin' apart!

Slipped right from me hands!

Arrgh! It be hot!

This is makin' me sweat me britches.

Me light went out!

Blast!