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- More cognac, Jim lad. I grow despondent. We will speak no more of this.
- Deplorable bunglers! Unconscious on the job. I knew they couldn't stick to a "few samples".
- What was that noise?
- Pirates!
- Wake up, you two clods! Protect the supplies! Oh, this is bad. Very bad.
- Gone, all gone! Why am I cursed with such fools?
- What did we miss?
- Don't yell! My head feels like Jormag's tooth is being driven into it.
- You've met your better, execrable pirates! This asura is greater than the sum total of you!
- Pirates? Did we miss a battle?
- I am battling a mighty hangover right now.
- You drink like an idiot.
- Lock those hostages up! Kill anyone who's fool enough to try and save 'em!
- What if someone wants to pay the ransom?
- Yarr, first you take the money, and then you kill em' and feed em' to the drakes!
- This is the sort of firepower we've been waiting for. Lion's Arch can outgun you any day, Covington!
- Stop those cannons firing at the galleon, or our offensive on the base will be dead in the water.
- Curse it all! They've brought down our ship.
- Try using these kegs here. They look to be loaded with explosives, and may give us a big bang.
- The gate is down. This is your last day, Covington. Prepare to meet your maker!
- Hurry and take her down now, before she can muster reinforcements.
- I don't need your fancy gadgets. I have a sword and a smile. That's all I need to be a secret agent!
- A sword? Let me guess. All it does is cut and stab? I can fix that.
- Pirate ambush...horrible... Please save the merchants!
- That's pitiful. I warned you about going south. Find someone else to pay for your mistakes.
- I can't believe this!
- I've drafted a pact for splitting loot.
- Bah! Another stupid contract? I need that like I need another tattoo.
- But you do need another tattoo!
- I'm still not giving you my treasure.
- We've plenty of hostages, boys! Give the rest of these lackeys over to Grenth. And somebody find my first mate!
- I need to steal something.
- Keep your hands off my loot.
- What kind of pirate do you take me for?
- Quaggans are defeated. The dead ones were too strong.
- But...where will quaggans live? Quaggans have nowhere else toOoo go. Foo!
- Quaggan will raise anemones. Anemones will burn the dead ones out.
- Coo!
- Coo. Dead are burned out. Quaggans can swim home.
- Lion's Arch can't patrol the waves forever. Someday, Taidha Covington will return to the Captain's Council, and we'll all be heroes!
- Where'd you get that dumb idea? If you believe that, I've got a treasure map to sell you.
- I don't trust your fake treasure maps. I trust Taidha. I'd follow her through the depths of the Underworld!
- We don't want this going off...or do we?
- What are you doing? Let's get out of here!
- I'll just cut this fuse and—oh gods—run!
- Foo! Quaggan is tired. Quaggan thinks this is too hard.
- You wanna eat? You better learn how to rustle up these crabs.
- Ho, there! What say you and me go down to the bilges and drink some wine?
- I'm not that kind of pirate.
- Bah! Yer no fun.