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Survivor

She be a roarin'.

Fire's goin'oot.

Warm n' cozy.

She be done.

A fine hat fer lootin' temples.

Cork Candle Hat

I got me a built-in cane.

Look smart mateys! Captain on deck!

Fer th'hoarder at sea.

Fer me night vision in me eye.

Nice 'n soft fer me no teeth.

Buried treasure of a kind.

Landlubbers.

Ye look like ye got a taste fer garbage.

Should I reach in an be sure?

Whut lives in here. I'm stumped.

Hope none o'me mates catch me in this gettup.

I must be goin' banana's down here.

Not bad.

Now ol'Woodlegs has seen it all.

Cave Banana Tree

I ain't one fer climbin' in holes like a swab.

I bet thar ain't no sea down there.

Back ta open air.

Thar be a way out!

How did ye grow doon here wit' no light?

Got a funny feelin' about bringin' it back to the mouth o'this cave.

Snooty landlubb'rin' eats!

Whut tasty creatures dredged up frum th'sea!

Burnt ta a brickette.

Somebody's a sore loser.

Broken Clockworks

Somebody's a sore loser.

Broken Clockworks

Somebody's a sore loser.

Broken Clockworks

Whut'n blazes arre ye?

Ye got a nice eye.

'Tis gettin' some shut-eye.

Walk'd tha'plank.

Yer a tiny bird.

Be grabbin' shuteye.

Keeps th'wind off a good fire.

A harden'd hull.

'Tis a pow'rful 'ammer!

Executive Hammer

Sanctuary!

A landlamp.

Strange wood b'within.

Too small fer a mast.

Claw Palm Sapling

A bit o' plant bilge.

Fancy sail, thet.

Surprise! 'Tis explodin' fruit!

Packs a fruit punch!

Aye, me favorite tree fruit.

Tis a fruit no more!