Words of the Constant
Thet be one big carrot.
Aye, 'tis fer'tha best.
Ornery buggie.
Thar she blows!
Fer keepin' off tha scurvy.
A veg'table brew.
Arrgh. Litt'le buried treasures.
It belon' in'tha ground.
This vessel be an embarrassment!
Aye, thet b'a jellyfish.
Now Woodlegs' belly'll soon b'full'o colors!
'Tis gon' belly up!
Th'sea b'full'o colors!
Fit fer'a king!
Keeps me blouse dry.
'Tis aflame!
A touch o' the scurvy.
Cleav'd i'twain.
'Tis a land mast.
Would'na make a good mast.
Keeps yer head dry.
Ye couldn't predict fire could ye!
Sailor's arre walkin' rain-thingies!
Scurvy-fightin' super food!
Reminds me o'me old parrot.
Shavin's fer princes and lawyers.
Rubble'n'stone.
Repairs be in order.
Skull 'n crossbones only means one thing whur I come from.
It gleams like th'sun!
Ol' Woodlegs loves a party.
Hope th'color ain't a warnin'...
Me favorite color o'shroom.
It be an alarming colored 'shroom.
It don't wanna 'shroom up yet.
It's outta 'shrooms.
They burn up fast.
Betcha I can whistle a tune wit' these!
It can't reed.
Sticks aft'r me'own 'eart.
Right back at ye, sunny boy.
It ain't worth even half a dubloon now.
Me wonders if me could sell it on th'black market?
Long fergott'n treas're.
'oary treas're!
Treasure b'this!
A queenly tre'sure.
t'be worth more than'a pretty penny.
I guess science ain't so hot after all.
I heard 'bout this science stuff. 'Tis up'n comin'.