Watch their tongues, mariner… they strike faster than a cutlass swing.
Those twisted creatures lurkin’ outside the village… the Leyak. Skinny as bones, tongues hangin’ like ropes. They stalk the shadows of Isla, waitin’ for fools to wander too far. If you want my trust, go out there and put some of ’em down
Those twisted creatures lurkin’ outside the village… the Leyak. Skinny as bones, tongues hangin’ like ropes. They stalk the shadows of Isla, waitin’ for fools to wander too far. If you want my trust, go out there and put some of ’em down