| "My peanut." (10k) |
| "Now we're being followed by rocks. Never had that before." (17k) |
| "You add an agreeable sense of the macabre to any delirium." (16k) |
| "'Up is down'. Well that's just maddingly unhelpful. Why are these things never clear." (29k) |
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"Summoning the Brethren Court then, is it?" "It's our only hope lad." "That's a sad commentary in and of itself." (38 k) |
| "Close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream. That's how I get by." (19k) |
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"You're mad!" "Thank goodness for that, because if I wasn't, this would probably never work." (23k) |
| "And that was without even a single drop of rum!" (12k) |
| "Send this pestilent, traitorous, cow-hearted, yeasty codpiece to the brig." (21k) |
| "Oi! My pistol!" (9k) |
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"Mr Gibbs, any particular reason why my ship is gone?" "The ship? We're on the ship. Jack! The ship's gone!" "Really?!" (54k) |
| "Ladies, will you please shut it!" (13k) |
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"Take what you can." "Give nothing back." (16k) |
| "Drink up me hearties, yo ho!" (11k) |