1 |
That scallywag Levasseur. Hidin' all his loot in a hole like this, that's his style. Watch out! |
2 |
Man overboard! Toss 'im a line 'fore the current drags 'im to the rocks. Quick, we don't abandon our own! |
3 |
Thanks fer the help and showin' the way. Seems ye were right. I got a nose fer treasure, and I can smell it here. Once we dig it up, ye'll be free. |
Final |
The treasure's ours, but the sea robbed me of the satisfaction of ending Olivier meself. A bitter pill to swallow, but I reckon the sea's justice ain't to be questioned. Yer presence's been a boon, and now leave. I'll forge a new legend on these waters! |