this isn't the armory.
huh. last time i saw you, you were all alone on a god-forsaken island, shrinking into the distance. i'd heard you'd gotten off, but i didn't believe it.
his fortunes aren't improved much.
isla de muerta! isla de muerta, off the port bow!
it didn't work! the curse is still upon us!
you brought us here for nothing?
it's true - he's the spittin' image of old bootstrap. even talks the same!