So now, where were we here?

Westley and Buttercup raced along the ravine floor.

Your pig fiancÈ is too late.

A few more steps, and we'll be safe in the Fire Swamp.

We'll never survive.

Nonsense! You only say that because no one ever has.

It's not that bad.

I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here...

but the trees are actually quite lovely.

Well, now, that was an adventure.

Singed a bit, were you?

You?

One thing I will say...

the fire swamp certainly does keep you on your toes.

This will all soon be but a happy memory...

because Roberts' ship Revenge is anchored at the far end...

and I, as you know, am Roberts.

How is that possible...

since he's been marauding twenty years...

and you only left me five years ago?