Words of the Constant
No pirate can make a better sandcastle than ol'Woodlegs!
Thar be a crazy lookin' rock.
Thet crazy rock be missin' pieces.
Th'wood burns.
Wee wood.
Thar be no more pickin' o'this one fer a spell.
Needs a splash o'rum.
Aye! 'Tis defeated!
A terible foe t'be sure.
Keelhaul tha'beast, while ye can!
Down th'hatch!
A rat wit'win's.
Ahoy, seafarer!
Me travels moist'ly hereout.
Me hears th'blue.
Sea trinket.
Tis' a pirate's lunch fer me!
Get's tangled in my rigging.
Cooking it don't make it food.
This s'pose ta pass fer jerky?
Gets tangled in me rigging.
Fine bit o' tha sea veg.
Thet needs a stokin'.
Prote'tion frum th'waves.
Burnin' bright, aye!
Tis a wee bit low.
Th'bitter cold'll not get Woodlegs, na!
It be out... Like a light!
Thar be near no wind in them sails!
Who'll take care'a ol'Sea Legs now?
Thet'll give Sea Legs a leg up! Harr!
Articles fer a guard o' my own.
Alas, not big enough to sail in.
Woodlegs ain't no landlubbin' farmer!
Plant 'em in me belly.
Get me a swab ta do me sewin'.
Back, beast!
Now Woodlegs gits ta bite ya back!
Don't ye look at me wit' those adorable eyes...
Th'kitties sharpen their claws here.
Here kitty-kitty?
Ye left yer rudder, devil!
Ye won't be breathin' through these namore!
Madness ta put th'devil's knives on me head.
Sea devils!
A cutlass fer tha'bushes.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer th'keepin' o' me booty.
In need o' repairs.