Words of the Constant
They b'ready fer a cookin'!
Th'fish b'growin', aye.
More fish fer ol'Woodlegs!
'Tis a seadog n'more.
'Tis a bit better.
Could use a bit'o'heat.
'Tis hardly a bite'o'fish.
'Tis a bit better.
Woodlegs must be standin' on a sea o'fire.
Thet rock 'olds an edge.
Th'remains o'a ship.
'Tis a pretty flower.
'Tis a pretty flower 'at.
'Tis a pretty flower meal.
Thet thar be a pretty flower.
Thet thar be a pretty flower.
Thet thar be a pretty flower.
'Tis an evil flower. Stay away!
Ol'Woodlegs na'got use fer'it.
Git back in th'ground!
Landy stuff.
Keeps me melon safe.
Aye, thet be food.
Ta th'locker wit' ya!
Dun hop near Woodlegs!
Th'demon sleeps.
Newt sandwich!
Somewhere there be a frog walkin' around wit' two peglegs!
Rubber chicken, me likes it.
Best b'careful eatin' thet!
Na'a prop'r meal.
Walk'd tha plank.
Scallywag of o' tha land!
Maroon tha' beastie!
'Tis a scrumptious little morsel.
An ill wind.
Smells o'freshness when me wears it.
Cuts down onna coughin'.
Me gears be turnin'.
'Tis full o'treasure.
'Tis lackin' treasure.
Ye 'ave ney business wit' me, spirit!
A leviathan from tha' depths.
Ye'll be my first mate.
'Tis drained.
Somethin' magical be linked ta this.
Leaves a mess on me deck, but Woodlegs loves 'em.
'E left me a lil gooey treasure.
Tells no tales.
A fly'o'glow!