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Survivor

Tis a flow'r'o'th'land.

It b'cooked.

Cooked Lotus Root

Thar might be gold inside.

Plunderin' plant, best keep me wits about me.

Th'heart o'th'plunder plant.

Ye be slicin'!

Whut th'devil is thet?

Could be something buried thar.

Me treasure sense arrr at full blast!

Golden rocks!

Me treasure sense arrr at full blast!

'Tis a spyglass o' tha land.

Magnifying Glass

Ye be trapped!

Twas a noisy little beast.

A plant o'legend.

Quit yer squawkin'!

They live b'low decks.

I'll run ye through!

'Tis a magic brew.

Woodlegs cooked it up!

Th'waters be shallow 'ere.

'Tis cooked.

A bit o'luck!

Strong and sandy smooth.

A marble peg leg. For a giant.

Strange trees...

Burnin'.

She's got wee swords.

Ye poked me!

Green like me mermaid's eyes.

Green like me mermaid's eyes.

Burnin'.

Better 'em then me!

Thet be all thet's left.

A tree wit' daggers.

I'd like ta throw 'em overboard.

'E's got them villainous eyes.

'Tis a dark flame.

Maxwell's Light

Me don't think thet be unlockin' any treasure...

A bewitched tune it plays.

Maxwell's Phonograph

Not a seat me wants ta take.

Nightmare Throne

Belay'd of life.

Snaptooth Seedling

'Tis a land shark!

Snaptooth Seedling

Thar sails be furled.

Snaptooth Seedling

Flesh o'th'beast.

Me lunch!

A bite o' meat to go with th'nose clearin'!

Thet be a shame.

She's ready!

Swing, swing, into me mouth!