Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

— Stacy Buck

I could see the bay in the distance and where the ship should have been. Instead, we found a burnt mast protruding from the waves.

— Stacy Buck

No, not my spirit, just my ego, and my arms, and my chest, and my back, but luckily they are just bruised.” Squanto responded, “I fear you may not be so lucky.

— Stacy Buck

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long.

— Stacy Buck

You got what you deserved. Now be a man and confess to what most of us already know.

— Stacy Buck