Words of the Constant
Me net be full!
Th'map marks th'spot o'treasure!
Me pirate sense be tinglin'.
No use pullin' up this ground.
It ain't be ready yet.
Th'fire devils be belchin'!
We be a silver streak on th'blue now!
Me pirate blouse be takin' on water.
I likes me water ta stay 'neath me boat.
A big devil be near'abouts.
Me lost th'devils trail...
Like findin' a wet needle inna wet haystack.
Me lucky 'at cannae be lucky in'ere.
Me must be oot me mind.
Ye messed wit' th'wrong pirate!
Thar be ham on th'menu tonight!
Meet yer death!
I'm gunna peg leg ye ta death!
I'm gunna peg leg ye ta death!
How'd ye like yer taste o'pirate?
Ye live ta ham it up 'nother day.
It be too fast fer me peg leg.
Try me again ye leggy devil.
Try me again ye leggy devil.
Tis aflame!
T'be a sturdy plant.
Looted! Avast!
Ground'd.
Ye be knowin'th'glory of pirate Woodlegs, world!
It be rattlin' when ye shake it.
Thar be a tree in its future.
Not bad fer a landlubbin' nut.
Danc'd tha hemp'n jig.
Yer in fer it now.
Thar sails b'furled.
What new trap be this?
Cuts me walkin' time in half!
Ahoy, alloy!
Thar be gooey treasure with'n.
'Tis treasu're fer me belly.
Land seaweed.
Fer puttin' in tha'ground.
A wee bit o'insurance round me neck.
A statue from ye old times.
It be broke.
Scallywag, if'n Woodlegs e'er seen one.
Ye be lookin' fer a fight?
Like Davey Jones' sailcloth.
An'alf t'gether metal leviathan.
I've no need fer a'extra hand.