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Survivor

On me head? Wear thet?

Thet be a sail.

'Tis a land and sea serpent.

A treasure o'tha snake.

'es got the fire in'em.

Stay away ye forked tongued devil!

Its hatches 'avebeen batten'd.

Pr'pare t'be board'd, landlubb'r!

Hang 'em from the yardarm!

I'd shell ye if I had me boat handy.

Ye salty dog!

Full o' tha vigor.

I could jabber on wit' this all day.

A fine gutshooter ye'll make.

Whut swab would use such a thing?

Poison Speargun

Load a spear an'let'er fly!

Poke ye wit' fire!

A coward's weapon.

Aye, it's sharp!

Has the kick to't.

Spicy Vegetable Stinger

Good!

Ye must really love th'land wit' all them legs.

Dreaming o'my boot heel.

I prefur' a den o'thieves.

Expectin' ol'Woodlegs play wetnurse ta creepy crawlies?

I ate worse.

Wear a spider on me head? Bah!

Whut lives innna hole ain't worth me time.

Woodlegs yields ta no queen, spider or udderwise!

Yellow sneaks!

Dangling Depth Dweller

Infernal spiders!

Shark bait now.

Man th'cannons!

Arg! Cleav'im while ya got th' chance!

Whut slumbers wit'in?

Be'fulla tha beasties.

I reckon I can spit further than ye.

Warrior my eye!

Eight legs ta lub th'land wit'.

Ye dreaming o'flies?

Smells like th'devil hisself made wind.

Bin eaten worse.

Relief fer tha'plants.

Th'stars aren't under th'domain o'man.

Whut unholy nonsense be 'tis?

Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.

Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.

Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.

Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.

Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.