Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[seagulls warbling]
[exhaling slowly]
[Torrin] In the spirit of fairness,
[bird squawking]
[ship creaking]
Okay.
These nameless islands further on are deserted.
to the defenseless men, women, and children of Phaiden Island.
Phaiden Island.
[thanopod] Torrin.
[grunting]
[thanopod clambering]
Now, there is one more thing you have…
Fine, we shall put it to a vote.
[unnerving music playing]
[man] Whoa, whoa.
[suspenseful music swelling]
[scribbling]
[ominous whooshing]
-Huh? -But, Chantre, you are correct.
-Mr. Melis, step to your right, please. -Excuse me?
to the nearest island.
With the wind at our backs, it's still another day and a half.
[thanapod screeching]
I am the only one who can keep this ship on a straight keel.
And as it has acquired a taste for…