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    Scurvy Docks
    General information
    Chalice Yes
    Enemies Smugglers
    Chronological information
    Previous level Pools of the Ancient Dead
    Next level Dragon Island
    Location on Land Map
       
       
    Sir Daniel Fortesque
    Pools of the Ancient Dead
       
    Dragon Island
    "Scurvy Docks. Pirates and smugglers a-plenty but not much in the way of vitamin C."

    Scurvy Docks is a level in MediEvil: Resurrection.

    Fortune

    "I smell de sea, an' hear gulls screechin'. CAW CAW, CAW CAW. Have ya got a holiday comin' up?
    Ohh…Now m'see some annoying likkle softboy jobsworth.
    He call himself HARBORMASTER!,
    what kind of high and mighty name is that!
    This Harbormaster man seem to be judgin' some fancy dress. He chat to a skinny guy wearin' a pirate hat, wid ill-fittin' wooden foot an' seagull droppings on his shoulder.
    Pirates s'posed to look cool, man. This one look just like a smelly sea tramp."
    The Voodoo Witch

    Dan's Private Journal entry

    A SHORT STAY AT THE SEASIDE

    Ah, Scurvy Docks! You can almost smell the sea air - if you can pick it out from the stench of the lowlife who hang out round these parts. It's like chucking-out time in a scumbag theme pub. I sought the Harbour Master, with a view to obtaining a boat to take me to Dragon Island.

    The Harbour Master ahd the absolute cheek to cast doubt upon my credentials as a pirate - just because I'm wearing a suit of armour and didn't laugh at his Roger the Cabin Boy joke."Where's your tri-corn HAT? Where's your PARROT?" Honestly, I'm THIS close to beating that Harbour Master senseless with a sack full of crabsticks. Jobsworth.

    Finally. With my wooden leg, seagull, stupid hat and skull and crossbones, apparently I now passed muster as a pirate. The Harbour Master's a complete pain. If he'd asked for a patch over one eye I could at least have shut Al up for an hour or two - he's like a budgerigar if you plunge him into darkness. And after all that? A boat that looks slightly less seaworthy than Granny Fortesque's old hip-bath.