Words of the Constant

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Survivor

It be a hand cannon.

Good n' straight.

She's sturdy, if a lil smaller'n I be used ta.

Ready ta fire six pounders!

Never set sail wit'out'er.

Boat Repair Kit

Fer night sails.

Fer a torch on me boat, not fer torchin' me boat.

Bits o'bone.

'twill chill ye to tha bone.

Good fer th'scurvy.

This book means to bewitch the birds!

Birds of the World

It'll spell me doom, mark me words!

The End is Nigh!

Th'dirt's only good fer buryin' me treasure.

Applied Horticulture

Devil magic thet summons demons from th'sky!

Joy of Volcanology

It'll put ye into a cursed slumber.

Sleepytime Stories

I've seen enough o'them ship sinkers to last me lifetime!

I prefer somethin' thet don't come back at me head.

Thet's one use fer a bottle.

A jelly ta rest upon me dainty head.

Brain of Thought

Argh! A mast with shark's teeth.

Tha heart o' the flower.

A rose in'a sea o' brambles.

Na' fer Woodleg's beard.

Keeps th'buggies outta me no teeth.

A land cannon fer th' wee buggies.

Full o' Woodleg's treas'res.

Bundled Supplies

Ol' Woodlegs can bury 'is tre'sure in't.

Hop along ya floppy eared scallywag.

Buoy am me glad ta see ya.

Me favorite kind of buried thing!

X Marks the Spot

Sticks t'yer pegs.

Legs'n th'makin'.

Rainforest Tree Sapling

Fer blendin' in wit' th'landlubbers.

Thet's one way ta solve a knot.

Thet straightened ya out.

Ya look like a tangled pile o'riggin'.

Look whut churned up!

Pretty as a sunset o'er th'water.

All that pretty in me pocket.

Fibre gives ye wings.

I got me th'prettiest part.

Butterfly Wings

Ye carrion-eatin' devil!

Ye have a sharp taste ye do.

Ye been freshly pricked. I mean picked.

Might put me eye out sniffin' ye.

Dry and prickly, but 'tis still meat.

Not bad when it ain't stickin' ye.

Cooked Cactus Flesh

Them be fancy fish treats.

California Roll

Th'fire needs ta be fed.

Anyone know a good sea shanty 'side me?