The Monkeys are listening...
Deep in the Carribean
Monkey Island
Captain's log:
Guybrush Threepwood. Lost at sea for days now.
I have no crew or navigational instruments. No provisions except a half-eaten corn-dog and, unless I find water soon, I'm sure done for.
Only the hope of finding my love, Elaine, keeps me going.
My quest for the fabulous treasure called Big Whoop has left me in this sorry state. I thought it would bring me fame and glory.
Instead, it delivered me into the clutches of my enemy, the zombie-pirate LeChuck. I had thwarted his evil plot to marry Elaine and he was after revenge.
If I could reach land, I might find water and some food.
Fruit, maybe...something to fight off the scurvy and help me get strength back.
Mmmmmm...maybe some bananas...
Oh, why do I torture myself like this? I might as well wish for some chicken and a big mug of grog for all the good it will do me.
Oh, my sweet Elaine... am I cursed to starve here on this ocean... without seeing your face just one more time? Am I...
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The Curse of Monkey Island
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