"They say "dark" is not ready to go down to Davy Jones's locker, yet, not yet. I digged me way from thee fiery abase that ye know as hell" roars "To be thar forgotten for so many years, and not to be brought aft to be used again! Nay, I'm not a puppet anymore, I'm on me own now" evil laughter "Nay one downed me aft from killing" growls "Bastards, each and every one of them" sighs "But they will be shark bait, just like ye lad" chuckles "Without itch, half-mastered, scoking sprat. Thar will be nay ifs or ands if I'm gonna kill ye or not. I will dismember ye, piece by piece. I'll slit thee veins form yer arms, and use yer blood to warm me rum" sluping sounds, probably, I don't know, then sighs "I'll take yer deadlight-balls out first, 'cause what I'm gonna do to ye made for human deadlights to see. So let me get rid of them deadlights for ya" evil laughter