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51,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_DAVYD_000_003","I don't know what sort of arrangement you had, but you should probably go and explain yourself."
52,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_010","What's been keepin' ye, 'nitiate? I ain't gettin' any younger, ye know..."
53,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_011","Eh? Some honey-voiced harlot's been callin' out to folk what wander near the Ship Graveyard? An' it's stirred up the dead an' all?"
54,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_012","Bloody hells... This takes me back to me days as a cannonboy, sailin' under ol' Mistbeard...␍...But they wouldn't dare, would they? Not after the lesson we learned 'em last time... Bah, they bloody <Emphasis>would</Emphasis>, though, wouldn't they, brazen ol' biddies..."
54,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_012","Bloody hells... This takes me back to me days as a cannonboy, sailin' under ol' Mistbeard...
...But they wouldn't dare, would they? Not after the lesson we learned 'em last time... Bah, they bloody <Emphasis>would</Emphasis>, though, wouldn't they, brazen ol' biddies..."
55,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_013","<sigh> Some folk said as the first purge would be the last, but I knew...knew deep down in me bones as this day would come. An' come it has. Aye...I'd bet me bum ear a siren's behind all this."
56,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_014","Nay, not one o' the Sanguine variety, 'nitiate. I speak o' the <Emphasis>other</Emphasis> kind─them what's got feathers, an' lure sailors to a watery grave with their sweet, sweet song."
57,"TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_015","Ohhh, but it don't end there... No, drownin's just the start. See, even in death, a man stays bound to the beast, forced to do her biddin' till his corpse can't do it no more."
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55 51 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_DAVYD_000_003 I don't know what sort of arrangement you had, but you should probably go and explain yourself.
56 52 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_010 What's been keepin' ye, 'nitiate? I ain't gettin' any younger, ye know...
57 53 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_011 Eh? Some honey-voiced harlot's been callin' out to folk what wander near the Ship Graveyard? An' it's stirred up the dead an' all?
58 54 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_012 Bloody hells... This takes me back to me days as a cannonboy, sailin' under ol' Mistbeard... ...But they wouldn't dare, would they? Not after the lesson we learned 'em last time... Bah, they bloody <Emphasis>would</Emphasis>, though, wouldn't they, brazen ol' biddies... Bloody hells... This takes me back to me days as a cannonboy, sailin' under ol' Mistbeard... ...But they wouldn't dare, would they? Not after the lesson we learned 'em last time... Bah, they bloody <Emphasis>would</Emphasis>, though, wouldn't they, brazen ol' biddies...
59 55 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_013 <sigh> Some folk said as the first purge would be the last, but I knew...knew deep down in me bones as this day would come. An' come it has. Aye...I'd bet me bum ear a siren's behind all this.
60 55 56 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_013 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_014 <sigh> Some folk said as the first purge would be the last, but I knew...knew deep down in me bones as this day would come. An' come it has. Aye...I'd bet me bum ear a siren's behind all this. Nay, not one o' the Sanguine variety, 'nitiate. I speak o' the <Emphasis>other</Emphasis> kind─them what's got feathers, an' lure sailors to a watery grave with their sweet, sweet song.
61 56 57 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_014 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_015 Nay, not one o' the Sanguine variety, 'nitiate. I speak o' the <Emphasis>other</Emphasis> kind─them what's got feathers, an' lure sailors to a watery grave with their sweet, sweet song. Ohhh, but it don't end there... No, drownin's just the start. See, even in death, a man stays bound to the beast, forced to do her biddin' till his corpse can't do it no more.
62 57 58 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_015 TEXT_GAIUSC208_00967_MIMIDOA_000_016 Ohhh, but it don't end there... No, drownin's just the start. See, even in death, a man stays bound to the beast, forced to do her biddin' till his corpse can't do it no more. 'Tis a fate I wouldn't wish on me worst enemy─'cept maybe in drink, an' I'd regret it after. Anyroad, 'tis up to <Emphasis>us</Emphasis> to stop this hells-born hussy afore she takes another soul!