“Weigh anchor here lasses and ready the plank! Awroight, get walkin’ ye’ scurvy diamond dog! Li’l miss Spaukle thinkin’ she can dubble cross other poi’rates does she? Ye’ll soon be joinin’ the other scallywags that be dubble crossin’ us at the bottom of Lady Jone’s Locker! Afterwards we gunna get usselves’ bottles of rum to drink towards your demise!”
Twilight’s probably fine anyway. She’ll cast Air Bubble or something.
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