Words of the Constant
In need o' repairs.
Fer th'keepin' o' me booty.
'Tis no shelf that I've ever seen.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me hats.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
A sturdy port fer me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
In need o' repairs.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Fer the keepin' of me booty.
Ahoy me mateys!
Farewell ye land lubbers!
Ima' gold digger!
No good fer nappin' now.
I hate sleeping on land.
Used in th'finest pirate shirts!
Yer luck ran out, matey.
So familiar...
Whut treasures it musta devoured.
I've always thoughta myself a bettin' man.
A land eel.
Rather eat me hat.
Yer an ugly, scallywag.
Tha smell!
Tha smell!
Look at ye slurtle'n around.
On me head?
They slurtle their way in there, d'they?
Looks 'ike somethin' I coughed up.
I ain't one fer puzzlers.
Whoot sorta cackler arrr ye?
Yer feather-belly grumblin'?
Yer fit ta waste away.
Tis' small, but tis' meat.
Jolly jerky!
Due fer'a smashin'.
A cannon fer makin' metals.
Ya split-tongued devil!
A hearty brew, t'be sure.
Thet's one way ta solve a knot.
Thet straightened ya out.
Ya look like a tangled pile o'riggin'.
Me knows a good deal when me sees it.
Me leathers do need replacin'.