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

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.

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.

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.

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