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- Shall we prepare another feast for ye, Cap'n?
- A capital idea! The richest merchants of Lion's Arch could never live like this!
- Seen the huuuge shark, yet?
- Nooooo!
- Cooo! Quaggan approooves.
- Do you have that special equipment I asked for?
- We need more time, agent. This isn't simply a matter of installing an hourglass.
- How long is it gonna take?
- I don't know. I need to check the side of my catapult. Ah! Another hour.
- Aye-aye, Cap'n! I'd follow ya to the gates of the Underworld, I would. I...where are we going now?
- Just fetch my pack bull. We'll need him to carry all of that gold back.
- Gold? Why didn't ya say so, Cap'n? Right away, sir!
- Finding treasure would be easier if we had a good map.
- X marks the spot!
- Wait! I got an idea! When we find our next treasure, we'll draw an X on it!
- What if it belongs to someone else?
- It'll have an X on it, so obviously, it'll be ours!
- Um—
- You just don't understand genius. X! Equals! Mine!
- How much longer are we on guard duty?
- You should relax more. A watched hourglass never runs out.
- How do you pass the time?
- I think of the commissioner's daughter. Nineteen summers old and still waiting for her wedding day.
- You know she'll never ever see you, as long as you're patrolling this side of the fort.
- You're right! I wonder how much longer we'll be on guard duty?
- Cap'n? Would you care for some more grog?
- What is this "grog"? My men drink wine! And my women drink twice as much.
- Aye, aye, sir! Yer a true gentleman.
- Of course. Ladies of quality appreciate a dashing rogue with sophisticated tastes. That's me, baby!
- How do quaggans swim and play? Friends are in trouble!
- It makes quaggan...so...ANGRY! URRRRGGGGHHH!
- Wow, that was unexpected. Do you think she was upset about us taking the eggs?
- Oh well, I've got plenty now, even more than I need.
- That's just great. What are we gonna do without those supplies?
- I can get more supplies. My pride? That's a different story.
- Harr! Damn this itching.
- Ya damn fool! I told ya ta bathe. I warned you about yer food. And ya had to wear those filthy rags for a week!
- Yarr, 'tis true. But which of those is ta blame? Or was it someone I met?
- It's yer own damn fault. No one else is ta blame.
- Blasted pirates. They're a damn nuisance.
- Filthy, unwashed, rum-soaked jackanapes!
- You'd think with all the time they spend in the water, they'd smell better than they do.
- It's not much, but it'll do. Ready, dear?
- I was born ready.
- So, how do I look?
- You look like a pirate. You smell like low tide, though.
- Then, I smell like a pirate too. Excellent.
- Just get in, get our man, and get out. Save your usual theatrics for another time.
- You've been hittin' the grog mighty hard, haven't ya? I can smell yer stench from here.
- I assure you, this rum is purely medicinal.