Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mary has acreage.
-Nothing. -You're not having this built, are you?
No, it doesn't, does it?
It makes sense. Always liked Jim.
And then, the shape of the clouds confirmed it.
Yes, absol-- Oh, you can tell.
(cheery music playing)
(hammering, sawing)
I can't believe I'm saying this,
(all impressed)
I wonder if he'll recognize me.
Oh god.
(waves roaring)
(Captain Stede sighs)
It's not even a challenge anymore.
Does that change things much?
-Now. -Sixty, 59...
(somber music playing)
-That's a myth. -Frenchie: Well, no,
or an owl. Might be an owl.
Do you think...
Now!
Mary: Ready?
Can you keep a secret?
♪ Oh, my boat is empty
Um... I just think that...
this is what it's like.
His corpse disfigured beyond recognition, of course.
That's overkill.
Just like everyone else.
It's a painting...
Why on Earth would we do that?
Blackbeard always wins.
please put your hands together,
and we haven't crashed.
I was a coward.
What's the point? I don't even need to be on the boat.
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