Words of the Constant
'Tis a wondrous treasure.
Keep yer flames away from Woodlegs, landlubber!
D'ya think 'tis full o'treasure?
Me feels a storm comin'.
Th'heart o'th'fearsome creature.
How uncouth! Woodlegs approves!
Meat treat for Woodlegs!
Hot meat fer supper.
Me treasures!
Thet will be needin' some ground ta be useful.
Thet will be needin' some ground ta be useful.
Thet be mine fer th'takin'.
Thet will be needin' some ground ta be useful.
Thet will be needin' some ground ta be useful.
Thet will be needin' some ground ta be useful.
Thet will be needin' some ground ta be useful.
Be needin' some land.
Thet will be needin' some ground ta be useful.
Throw it o'erboard!
'tas been run through!
Cre'ture o' tha dung.
Too much o' the grog?
Th'foul stench follows ye.
Foul.
Argh! Sweet seawat'r could'na cleanse me now.
Thet does ney smell like food!
Cookin' it up don't make it better.
Seeds, see?
Thet hat be makin' squeakin' sounds.
Ay! 'Tis me ol'earring!
Ye scalawag!
Grilled urchin!
She's a nice shade o'purple.
Look whut Woodlegs cooked.
Seeds, see?
Woodlegs be wary.
'Tis a dangerous plant!
Th'fiendish plant is gatherin' its energy ta attack again!
A vessel'o th'sea, t'be sure.
Yer usefulness is running out.
Ye can't spread yer seeds now.
Yer earthly bonds run deep.
'Tis some fine ship buildin' material.
Thet tree be burnin'.
Me won't be buildin' a ship from ye.
Yer lookin' a bit short.
Thet tree be lookin' lumpy.
Ye'll keep an eye out fer ol'Woodlegs.
Aye sea ya.
'Tis a magical cannon.