Words of the Constant
'Tis a mockery o'th'mighty vessels o'th'sea!
Where be th'wine?
Even if it weren't broken, me wouldn't be knowing whut ta do wit' it.
Gord knows his way around a knot.
Red hatted devil!
This is no kind o'ship me knows.
Whut swab tied this knot?
Aye, th'newest gaming craze!
Bung be hard.
Me ain't picky 'bout matcheys.
Avast ye!
Woodlegs wish he wer'nt here.
'Tis na'tha' hempen rope.
Tis a'hearty fish soup!
Beat th'heat.
Aye, me favorite food!
Clothes from a nose!
Clothes from a nose!
Bin eatin' nastier noses than this.
There be jewels and riches in this trunk?
There be jewels and riches in this trunk?
A wee cannon fer ol' Woodleg's 'and.
'Tis too hardy fer an axe.
What can I make o' ye?
A fine meal fer a fine fellow.
Give ya a bout of scurvy that.
Not m'usual grub.
I like me weeds settin' still.
Fish inna can!
Methinks thar's a use fer this.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.
Me ain't no ground lubber.