Words of the Constant
Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.
Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.
Me likes rocks whar I can see'em.
It broke up.
Ugly statue.
Yer missing ye head!
I'd know thet scallywag's face anywheres!
'Tis a'unforgettable luncheon.
'Tis a wonder 't'is na rusted.
Bee dropped its bottom.
Heavier than m'anchor.
Not fit fer a captain. But makes fer a cool head.
Stuffed wit' whut?
Back ye foul stink-shooters!
Some mateys luck ran out...
Mate o'reboard.
I'd throw ye a line if me had one.
Sunk and burnt. Thet's a whole lotta bad luck.
A captain worth his salt don't need this.
Fer a pirate's tyke.
Candles and water don't mix.
Bah! Hokum!
I already got one good boot.
Aye! Sunk'n treasure.
Eye see clear ta th'horizon!
'Could use wit less turf.
Fit fer a swab.
A tasty piece o'crumpet.
Me likes me potateys sweet!
Hot grub!
A different kind o'buried treasure.
Seeds be fer planting, an Woodlegs ain't no farmer.
Back ta th'depths with ye!
F'ncy pants lantern.
Barebones lantern.
'Tis a barebones lantern.
Tiny torches.
Arrgh. Me pirate 'at be better'an that.
F'ncy pants lantern.
F'ncy pants lantern.
F'ncy pants lantern.
F'ncy pants lantern.
'Tis a barebones lantern'.
'Tis a barebones lantern.
Arrgh. Me pirate 'at be better'an that.
Arrr ye'd like ta bury thet nose in ol'Woodlegs eh?
Sticks ta me no teeth.
Ye'd be a might less tall if I had me sabre wit' me!
When will th'cackler be hatchin'.
Me likes me tallbirdy yolk runny!