[Upon coming across the Kraken's corpse]

Still thinking about running, Jack? ... You know, the problem with being the last of anything, is that by and by, there be none left at all.

Sometimes things come back, mate. We're living proof, you and me.

Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that's dead certain.

... Summoning the Brethren Court then, is it?

It's our only hope, lad.

That's a sad commentary in and of itself.

The world used to be a bigger place.

The world's still the same. There's just... less in it.