Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[man] Whoa, whoa.
Phaiden Island.
-Huh? -But, Chantre, you are correct.
Okay.
[ominous whooshing]
Fine, we shall put it to a vote.
-Mr. Melis, step to your right, please. -Excuse me?
[thanapod screeching]
[unnerving music playing]
[thanopod] Torrin.
to the defenseless men, women, and children of Phaiden Island.
And as it has acquired a taste for…
[grunting]
[ship creaking]
[thanopod clambering]
[Torrin] In the spirit of fairness,
[exhaling slowly]
[bird squawking]
to the nearest island.
I am the only one who can keep this ship on a straight keel.
With the wind at our backs, it's still another day and a half.
Now, there is one more thing you have…
[scribbling]
These nameless islands further on are deserted.
[suspenseful music swelling]
[seagulls warbling]