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- ♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!♪
- ♪The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike, the bosun brained by a marlinspike, and the cookey's throat was marked belike.♪
- ♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!♪
- ♪It had been gripped by fingers ten, and there they lay, all good dead men, like break o' day in a boozing ken.♪
- ♪Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!♪
- I warned you little wurmlings not to come here.
- No need for insults, Sheriff. We only want to purchase some of your lighthouse fuel.
- It's not for sale. And I doubt you could pay anyway.
- Good point. We'll simply take it instead. In the name of science!
- Lionguard, to the gates!
- Come to kill the Hydra Queen, have you?
- Well, if you come at the Queen, you had better not miss.
- After you meet Grenth, be sure to tell him the Hydra Queen sent you!
- How did you...how could you...?
- Grenth, I'm coming to meet you!
- What am I doing wrong? It keeps coming apart at the spearhead.
- Did you tighten the bolt fastener when you attached the head assembly?
- Give us treasure or give us your lives!
- Dead pirates, living pirates, I'll kill you all!
- Quaggan hates krait! They treat all races like inferiors, and try to make them slaves. Around here, the worst krait is the blood witch.
- Good, you're back. We found more artifacts.
- Huh. I thought you'd be tired of digging in the dirt by now.
- Yeah, and I thought you'd be tired of bashing pirates by now.
- She won't trust us right away. We'll need to convince her...somehow. Stay on your toes, Herald!
- Worry about your duties; I'll worry about mine.
- Why won't the trigger fit into the release assembly, here?
- You're assembling it completely backwards. We'll have to start over. Pay attention this time.
- There's supposed to be a fastener for that bolt?
- Of course. Otherwise, there's nothing to hold the spearhead on.
- Gentlemen, I'm off to find more treasure! Who's with me?
- Very well, then. At least I have my loyal first mate...right?
- I'm sick of ale. I need more wenches.
- Aye. And more booty.
- Quaggans, be brave! The dead ones are coming!
- Now pay attention, agent.
- I have a few contraptions that can save your life...though you're obviously not qualified to use them.
- What's this one do?
- Don't touch that! I'm still not sure whether it's equipped with a black-powder charge.
- I don't know who's in greater danger: the enemy, or me.
- This heat is beastly. Jim lad! Bring me my snuff box.
- Nothing cools the nostrils quite like a pinch, eh?
- Uhm, Cap'n? We didn't bring the serving boy with us.
- What? But who will fetch my snuff? And my wine? This simply won't do! Let's turn about at once—
- Pay us, or you're not going anywhere.
- Ghosts. Attracted to treasure like harpies to eyeballs. Maybe they'll calm down if we move it out of here.
- You'll never escape!
- The griffon nests aren't far away. We'll be there before you know it. Soon, we can feast on eggs!
- Come along now. Without your help, I'll never make it.
- Cap'n? You ever think there's more to life than just gold?
- Of course! There's wine and silk and gourmet cuisine!