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|track = [[Scurvy Docks (track)|Scurvy Docks]]}} | |track = [[Scurvy Docks (track)|Scurvy Docks]]}}{{LocationResurrection|east=[[Pools of the Ancient Dead:Resurrection|Pools of the Ancient Dead]]|southwest=[[Dragon Island]]}} | ||
'''Scurvy Docks''' is a level in ''[[MediEvil: Resurrection]]''. | '''Scurvy Docks''' is a level in ''[[MediEvil: Resurrection]]''. | ||
==Dan's Private Journal entry== | ==Dan's Private Journal entry== |
Revision as of 23:02, 7 August 2013
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- This article is about the level. For the track played during this level, see Scurvy Docks (track).
Scurvy Docks | ||
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General information | ||
Chalice | Yes | |
Enemies | Smugglers | |
Chronological information | ||
Previous level | Pools of the Ancient Dead | |
Next level | Dragon Island |
Location on Land Map | ||||
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→ | Pools of the Ancient Dead | |||
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Dragon Island |
Scurvy Docks is a level in MediEvil: Resurrection.
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.