Part 22: ...To the Ends of the Earth

Jan 17, 2008


Alright, after some fists, sharp objects and very hurtful words were thrown, a few minor sinking/excavation mishaps and a shitload of duct tape, we're floating and ready to go.








I'd like to say it's great to working with such a fine crew. The voyage ahead is not going to be easy. It's going to take skill, endurance, and most of all...




First i'd like to assign some duties.










She can clearly take care of herself. The way I look at it...












Why don't we kick back, tie a rope to the wheel and cruise for a while. I could use a little work on my tan.




I could use a rest.








Now this is a state-room fit for a king. Stylish wooden shutters, cool ocean breeze... Ahhh.






Maybe if I reason with them...




Oh you sons of bitches.






Rule #1 of reasoning with people: patronise them.




I'm going to give you mutineers five seconds to come to your senses! Then I'm going to start kicking some butt!






Why of course, it means...






Alright, you asked for it, time to break out smooth talking son of a bitch Guybrush!




I hear the weather's pretty nice over by Monkey Island™.


Aw.




Is there anything I can do to get you guys to help me?




Oh that's IT.




GUYBRUSH ANGRY, GUYBRUSH SMASH.














Fine. Fuck you. I'll do it myself. I'll get my revenge, just you wait.