Words of the Constant
Wall'o'th'sea!
A wall t'be.
Th'hay wall burnt up, go figure.
Th'only walls I tolerate arr in me cabin.
Hope there arrr'nt any wild horses about.
Bah! Walls!
Walls make me feel cagey.
A wall.
These walls be even older than me!
Ancient walls ta protect precious treasure.
It would sink at sea.
Stone wall fer all yer land concerns.
Won't be wallin' anymore.
Keeps yer land safe if thet's yer fancy.
Walls arrr fer land and land be fer lubbers.
Whut's yer story, mate?
Not me style.
Th'landlubbers ain't here.
Campin's fer landlubbers.
Ye'd make a fancy new peg leg.
Yer a big dawg on th'land, but ye'd be fish food at sea.
Leavin' it alone be th'best course.
Woodlegs' treasure, buried at sea!
A terr'ble fido, t'be sure!
'Tis only a wee bit o' water.
Aye, th'fruit after Woodleg's watery heart.
I love me water fruits but this be ridiculous.
A cool treat from me favorite fruit!
Better'n me thought it'd be.
If only I could plant these in th'water.
Th'only proper end fer a man o'th'sea.
'Tis no hat fer this ol'sea dog.
Keeps tha weather outta me food.
Whut sorta neck did this sit atop?
'ave at ye landlubbers!
Longcoat made o' them pesky bugs.
Thet's why they never let ol'Woodlegs in th'galley.
Arrr ye th'devil ta take Woodlegs ta th'depths?
Thar be a devil'n'th'depths!
Why don't ye sink and clear th'air!
Thet's a whale o'a smell!
Whale, ahoy!
Now ye arr a devil fit ta claim ol'Woodlegs!
Point tha way ta treasure!
Kinda head fits this crown?
Look at this fancy monkey!
Not wild about ye.
Quit yer starin'.
Bet them bores be knowin' how ta parrrrrty.
'tis a grand porthole!