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Survivor

I'll hang tha' head from me bowsprit.

Arrg! I could use tha' leg!

'Tis an iron leviathan.

Me ain't be likin'th'vibes it be givin'.

Th'beast left a trail leadin'ta its hide.

't be makin' tha sweet golden treasure!

Thar buggie beasties reside within.

'Tis no mole hill.

'Tis th'sea thet'll claim me, not some sickly biter.

Fer tha'callin' o'tha big feather'd beastie.

Fer chasin' off tha big feather'd beastie.

Nightmarish Bird Whistle

Its 'atches 'ave been battened.

Whut mann'r o'beast be ye?

Keelhaul tha beast!

Ye be meetin' yer match!

Full o'them fiery bugs.

Mant Warrior Egg

T'mask yer ugly mug.

Full o'tha blubber.

'Tis the cabin o'tha queen.

Queen Womant Chambers

Thar be treas're within.

Stalacmite Throne

'Tis an unpleasant bus'niss.

'Tis a sweet lantern.

Tha time be nigh!

Aporkalypse Calendar

Me'd like ta see them try ta hit Woodlegs now!

She be hot ta th'touch o'me enemies!

Only a landlubber would think o'makin' armor from grass.

This'd sink like a stone on th'sea.

This'd sink like a stone in th'sea.

It be heavy 'n hot.

Feels like I be wearin' treasure.

Me mateys would laugh at me...

How bad do I wanna protect myself?

Don't seem right ta turtle in a fight.

Snurtle Shell Armor

T'be like starin' into th'ocean depths.

At least wood floats.

I'll be a fearsome sight with that thorny hull!

Bah! For swabs only!

Not good fer swimmin' in.

Feels good ta put it on.

Leathers ta slick th'rain away.

Snakeskin Jacket

Aye. Finery made o' bug skin.

Ol'Woodlegs be an expert windbreaker!

She's a tough 'un.

Th'fire claimed its price.

Luckily I kept me own eye in me travels.

Th'flower weren't made fer travellin'.

I s'pose it weren't ash ta begin wit'.

Lil' vegetable masts.

Watery grass.

It fills Woodlegs' belly.

Cooked Asparagus