Words of the Constant
It won't be doin' whatever it done before.
It does whut?
Th'dark arts didn't save ye.
Witchcraft wit' this'un, no two ways about'er.
Good! I didn't like saying yer name anyhow.
Me ain't had enuff learnin' ta say a word like thet.
Thet b'fer tinkerin' on th'waves!
Won't be resurrectin' nuthin' anymores.
Don't capture me likeness at all!
Me nose smells witchcraft...
Ye don't talk do ye?
Woodlegs'll takes good care o'ye.
She's a beaut.
She's a cold birdy.
Locked up!
Would wreck a hull.
They sink.
Back ye clawed devil!
A pointy mizz'nmast.
'tis a rock. Nothin' ta lose yer 'ead over.
Could start quite a barby-q wit' this.
Plenty o'booty t'be found under a rock.
Better here than 'neath me boat tearin' at her hull.
Needs ta chill out.
Need a cold snap so's it can freeze again.
A puddle o'fire.
It be goin' out.
Not bad fer settin' by.
She's out.
Fire rock from fire mountain.
A livin'ship wit' three heads!
A great movin'mast.
Too old fer'a mast.
'Tis good fer nothin'.
Has no berries to speak of.
A stick.
It be'a stick.
There be'a stick.
A stick, t'be sure.
Been run aground!
Been run through!
Been keel'auled!
Been marooned!
Captain's cabin.
It's been run through!
A land mast.
A land mast far from home.
Have ta careen this nest t'fix it.
'Tis treasure within!
Them feathers'd make fer good sails.