1 |
Aye, I pulled ye from the brink, and now it's time ye repay the favor, savvy? I've got a feelin' ye might just know where Olivier's hid his treasure. |
2 |
Ye made the right choice, or ye'd be at the bottom o' the sea. Fer goin' against me, ye'd deserve to dance with the sharks. |
3 |
Check if anyone's followin' us. We can't afford to lose our treasure! Dieu la Veut won't be far. I feel it in me bones. |
4 |
Ye say the treasure's past those reefs? No one's ever made it through 'em. If it ain't true, ye know what awaits ye. |
Final |
Hold on tight, ye scallywags, we're goin' straight through those cursed reefs! One wrong move and ye'll all end up in Davy Jones' locker. But I'm already relishing the wild ride! |