Words of the Constant
Scoop 'em up!
Waitin' fer food don't be me strong suit...
Fer lurin' mussels into me belly.
Aye, me'll be eatin' well tonight!
Tha sweet, sweet nectar!
A dagger o'sorts.
Arrr. Tis a strong smell!
Pillag'd.
Water be doin'it good.
Na'tha right dirt fer'it.
Like eatin'a bunch'a fresh air.
Don't provide much comfort, do it?
I've seen thet dark magic asea...
Woodlegs don't trust this light.
All be calm.
It be slippin' away...
Not a peep o'magic.
Th'nightmare's at its peak!
Me pegs feel it be dyin'.
Somethin' feels off...
It be buildin'!
'Tis a glowin' sword!
Me cursed cutlass.
Cannon food thet be.
N'ta hair t'be seen.
A powerful stone.
Keep thet away from me legs!
Ka-boom!
'Tis nearly burnt out.
Need ta be careful ta not burn me legs.
'Tis a mercy thet me ship is ney nearby.
'Tis goin' ta need some fuel soon.
Hot by th'fire.
Th'fire has left.
Thet thing gets hot!
Shootin' fire!
Th'legends be true...
Whut's in thar fer ol'Woodlegs?
Ahoy, ye salty dog!
Pieces o' Eight!
Thet b'gold!!
'tis a small tre'sure!
Whut's th'point o'this?
Me magic chain.
Woodlegs loves all th'gems!
Magic peg legs!
That way lays a'cabin.
She could use a pirate hug.
'Tis a hat o'th'ox.
A flute ta play a lil diddy.