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Survivor

A terrible beastly horn.

Thet's me mate!

Th'heart o'me bird. Inna manner o'speakin'.

Whut can I make wit' this here?

Needs a hammock!

I's a pirate wit' an umbrella.

Tropical Parasol

She burns bright.

Be smellin' like a bag o'coal.

Nary a wiff o'treasure left.

A nice bit o'shade thar.

Yo-ho-ho! Treasure for me!

Blankets ye inta a bewitched sleep.

Eatin' up all tha treasure!

Aye! A fresh map!

Ye's a smart pretty bird.

Thar be an ex-parrot.

Blue as th'sea.

'Tis just restin'

Ack! Thet's me Polly!

Yer a fancy creature!

It tells no tales.

Arr, them eyes need patches!

She be grabbin' some shuteye.

Feather'o'glimmer.

T'ain't no pirate's hat.

Prism'o'feather.

Vibrant Peagawk Plume

'Tis unsettlin' t'b'sure.

Argh! 'Tis fer tha'treasure?

Royal Gallery Key

Fish feed now!

Aye. A pr'tty fowl lass.

Snorin' up a storm.

Woodlegs had better hold on ta this fer future use.

A sure sign o'ice at sea.

Whut a maniac!

Woodlegs could eat a chest full o'these!

Them flowers ain't comin' back ta life.

Bewitched flowers.

Be a stone'o'tongues.

Blubber from tha woolly beastie.

Let's get them treasures!

Argh! Stay away from me gold!

Treasure!

Tells no tales.

Be'a gulls o'th' land.

Grabbin' shuteye.

I've faced worse than ye!

Don't ye be snortin' at me!

From th'flesh o'th'boar.

Crispy.

Sometimes them eyes be glowin'...