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Survivor

Tiny masts growin' from the ground.

Grows'em veget'ble masts.

Asparagus Seeds

I be axe'n th'questions 'round here!

Yer cute fer dumb, hairy meat.

Ye ain'tna land lubber, is ya? Nah!

Baby Water Beefalo

I be packin' now.

Th'most important meal o'th'day!

Fer diggin' treasures from'tha artifacts.

Ball Pein Hammer

These devil's really have a ball.

Bottlenose Ballphin

They be at home on th'sea, jus' like ol'Woodlegs!

Ballphin Palace

Ye'd be too big ta pick me teeth wit'. If me had teeth...

Thet's th'end o'thet.

Thar be no bamboo fer th'moment.

Ye sproutin' wood.

I heard ther be gold in th'banana stand.

Fer layabout swabs.

'Tis a sneaky 'at.

Arrgh! 'Tis treasure!

Bandit Stash Map

Let's get'ta diggin'!

Secret Bandit Camp

Strong it be.

A cool wind blows from thee!

Oscillating Fan

Back ye rat-faced, flyin' devil!

I'd let this fly at me enemies.

Has the look o' tha' flyin' beasties.

Wit' a wee bit o'ranch dressin'...

Tastes like cackler.

Cooked Batilisk Wing

Woodlegs don't care what ye call it.

Chinny whiskers.

Back ye badgerin' devil!

Toasty warm.

Hibearnation Vest

Smells badgerin' me nose.

Sweet, hairy dreams.

Don't look fit fer a dry nights sleep.

A honey-makin' devil.

Yield yer sweet treasure!

I smell burnt honey...

Thar be gold in this box!

Thar be bees.

'Tis empty o'th'golden treasure.

'Tis a wee bit o'gold left.

'e be an agreeable fellow.

Ye be knowin' who yer master be.

Here's th'beef!

Ye should be ashamed o'yerself.

Tha orn'ry type.

'es 'ad a bit too much o'tha food!

I can set sail 'pon 'is back!

Its snorin' would wake th'dead.

Keeps me ears warm.

Carries a musk wit' it.