Part 2: Largo Cargo
So this is the death-hole I'm marooned on now then...
Screw you guys, I'm going back to my campfire...
Oh wow, a stick!
That totally makes up for before, when I had so much money it took up EIGHT SPACES in my inventorypants.
I ever tell you about the time I kicked LeChucks butt?
Look, Guybrush... Besides the fact that we'd all rather die than hear that story again, there's another reason you shouldn't go spreading that story around.
Largo LaGrande is back on Scabb. He used to be LeChuck's right-hand man. You don't want to get largo on your bad side.
First he takes my hard-stolen loot, and now I can't tell my LeChuck story? I'll kill that son of a bitch!
Tell me about this Largo guy.
A two-bit thug!
He's nothing but a low-down weasel!
So why don't you kick Largo off the island?
Well, we would...
But he was very close to LeChuck...
But LeChuck's gone forever!
I heard they never found his body.
That's because I blew it into a thousand pieces!
Whatever. I've got treasure to think about here.
Any idea where I could hire a ship?
You'll need to go to the far side of the island... And there you'll meet a man named...
Captain what? Count me out.
Of course he can't take you anywhere until Largo lifts his sailing embargo.
What's this about an embargo?
The Largo Embargo!
Well, it's not really an embargo. It's a tax on ships coming or going...
But it's a HUGE tax that no captain on this island can afford.
You pirates are all such pussies! The guy's like three feet tall!
Any marshmallows left?
Marshmallows? We don't have any marshmallows.
What's that white puffy thing on the end of your stick?
Do you guys know any piraty songs?
Sure! Fink here knows a million! Go ahead, Fink. Sing that one about Scabb Island.
Well, I'd rather be a pirate on Scabb...
Than a scab on a pirate.
And if you'll listen to me gab,
I'll tell you why I admire it.
Oh, the people aren't too friendly.
And the weather's not the best.
The lodging's too expensive,
And Largo's quite a pest.
But the thing I like about Scabb,
Is what it hasn't got:
No mayor or police force,
And no jail in which to rot.
Do you guys know any more piraty songs?
OK, here's one about a pirate, his parrot, and a tragic day at sea...
You're not going to sing "Polly the squaker lives in Davy Jones locker" are you?
Sorry, Bart.
Do you guys know any more piraty songs?
Oh, I wish I could par-lay
Some french with Governor Marley.
I'd say to her, "voo-lay-voo?"
No songs about Governor Marley.
Looks like Guybrush is still carrying a torch for the Governor.
Too bad he can't even talk to her in english.
Do you guys know any more piraty songs?
I hate you guys.
I'll see you salty dogs later.
So very very much.
If you bastards need me, I'll be killing myself at the swamp! That'll show you!
Apparently someone runs a business from this swamp.
And requires customers to row through the murky depths, in a coffin.
Call me crazy... But I'm getting a bad vibe from all of this...
Christ, who lives here anyway? Yoda?
Guess nobody's here. And you know what that means... It's time to get my thieve on!
Voodoo perfume?
For the studly, testosterone sweating gentleman such as myself? Ha!
What the hell is all this crap?
Un-cremating cream? Now that sounds like fun.
Crap! 
It's been a long time since you last came to see me.
Do I know you from somewhere?
We often forget those that help us most.
We do?
It was I who told you how to do away with LeChuck.
Oh yeah, now I remember.
You're that voodoo bitch! The one that told me nothing of any use whatsoever and then disappeared!
How's business?
Very good. Many Hexes this week. Saved many people from the evil eye. Made many pieces of eight. Although Largo took most of them...
I'd like to have my fortune read.
I see a hard road for you Guybrush. Things didn't get easy when you defeated LeChuck, did they? People only wanted more. You had to keep proving yourself over and over. The pressure kept mounting until you lost it all. Your fame... Your fortune... The one you love...
Okay that's enough...
Gee thanks, you always did know how to cheer me up...
Tell me about this Largo guy.
He's a weak little man who bullies this whole island around.
Why don't you just put a curse on Largo?
I've tried. My most powerful magic lies in voodoo dolls. But to make an effective doll I need some items from Largo's person. And nobody's brave enough to go get them for me.
What kind of ingredients do you need for the doll?
Are you willing to help me make one?
To make it work you need to bring me some personal artifacts from the victim. One from each of the four basic voodoo groups:
Something of the thread...
something of the head...
something of the body...
and something of the dead.
Hey, that almost rhymes!
I need a piece of Largo's clothing, a lock of hair, a sample of fluid from his body, and you must acquire some remnant of a corpse of one of his relatives...
Thanks
All this to take out the travel-edition of a guy that might be a little intimidating...
I could throw that guy sixty yards, I swear.
