Words of the Constant
Th'rain don't be helpin'.
Hangin' spot fer me meats.
Jerky lasts me months at sea!
Ye scalawag.
At least'e be catchin'me fish!
'Tis crispy.
Beware...
Good riddance.
I don't trust 'em.
They smell worse than Woodlegs!
Oh ho! Be it a map?
She's empty.
Prefer me captain's hat.
A light at sea keeps me calm.
A wee landmarker.
Ol' Woodlegs c'n make 'is mark on't.
Needs ta be anchored someplace.
I've 'eard tales o'this devil...
How does Woodlegs get it back ta th'ship?!
Aye, a treasure indeed!
Whut's'e sniffin'?
Quiet me pet.
'Tis swimmin' under th'dirt!
Gives eyes of a ghost in th'night!
E's 'avin' a sleep in th'dirt.
Me once saw a monkey wit' a hook claw.
This be unsettlin'.
They be keepin' treasures in thar, no doubt.
Not me favorite.
Bit sour thet is.
Dried thet beast, I did.
'Tis a vile thing.
Keep'er off me boat!
Whut beast lurks wit'in!
'Is buzzin' makes me nervous.
Better not bite me through me pocket!
Looks like a jellyfish.
T'was a yellowbellied beast!
Keep back ye maggot!
Ahoy big duck!
I had ta check fer treasure!
Not a bad place ta hide yer silver.
'Tis multipurpose.
'Shroom tree, now me's seen it all.
It glows!
Whut's thet 'shroom doin' way up thar?
Woodlegs loves a mussel!
'Tis a delicacy.
Ye'll b'returned t'th'sea.
Yarrr, thet's good.