Words of the Constant
Whut's inside?
Bet thet be worth a pretty penny...
Arrr! A doubloon o'tha pigs!
Yo ho ho! It'be done fer!
Thems tha lookout.
Aflame!
'Tis a crows nest.
Calls for a flame!
A brigantine o' tha land.
Thar be treas're in't.
Thar be sneaky tree riggin'.
I'll be keepin' me eye on ye!
Aye. 'tis a trap.
Unholy depths.
Arrggh! Let Ol' Woodlegs in!
Inta tha depths with me.
Below decks.
Leads to powerful magicin'.
Inta tha depths with me.
Inta tha depths with me.
Th'way be clear.
Above decks.
'tbe tha way out!
Thar be th'head.
Tha' treasure atop there.
What'r ye smilin' at?
Tha' treasure needs a diggin' out.
Ol' Woodlegs' got me s'spicions...
Don't like tha looks o'those.
It's been run through!
Tha trap's been sprung!
A port fer fire.
A port fer fire.
Thet b'treasure for sure!
Blazes! 'Tis ablaze!
Full o'tha 'oary plunder.
'tis done fer.
Full o' tha strange treasures.
'Tis ablaze!
Thar be magic in that there store.
't goin' up'n flames!
't be fulla tha dubloons!
Good riddance.
Full o'tha pesky bigshots.
Avast!
Where I capt'n me city.
Afire!
Ah. Grub!
'Tis ablaze!
A house'o'land plants.