Very well, if ye've chosen to take on this foolhardy challenge, I'll humor ye. Speak, scallywag, and tell me about yerself—then steel yer nerves, for ye'll soon be regrettin' the day ye dared to cross me!
I'll be plantin' the fear o' Davy Jones himself in yer wretched soul! Mark me words, ye sniveling sea slug—when I loose the cursed demons o' mockery upon ye, ye'll be beggin' fer the sweet embrace o' the depths!
Bet ye're weepin' like a lost landlubber now! Bet ye cursed the day ye dared challenge the mighty Burnbeard!
Aye, ye’ve finally learned that crossin’ Burnbeard be a fool’s errand! But hark, the tides be favorin’ ye today, for I’m in a rare mood o’ mercy. Go on, scuttle off like the barnacle-covered bilge rat ye are, ‘fore I change me mind!
