ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/quest/014/SubSea159_01426.csv

1	0	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_SEQ_00	There is a hectic flush of panic on Dodozan's face as he looks wildly about Hawkers' Round.
2	1	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_SEQ_01	Dodozan has been trading with pirates, and some miscreant has made off with a cask of ale meant for the Bloody Executioners. Surely, someone at Fisherman's Bottom has seen something.
3	2	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_SEQ_02	Your inquiries have garnered answers, and you have learned that the cask of ale may have ended up exactly where it was supposed to, after all─with the Bloody Executioners aboard their ship, the *Astalicia*. It might be best to head off in that direction to confirm whether the customer was indeed the thief.
4	3	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_SEQ_03	It turns out that one of the underling pirates had more thirst than sense, and so brings down his captain's wrath upon him. The good captain would have you courier the payment to Dodozan.
5	4	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_SEQ_04	Dodozan is pleased to see the money and even more pleased that a watery demise will not be an item on his personal ledger this day. Moenskaet is correct, after all; it takes cods to trade with folk who have a long keel.
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25	24	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_TODO_00	Speak with people around Fisherman's Bottom.
26	25	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_TODO_01	Speak with the young Executioner on the *Astalicia*.
27	26	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_TODO_02	Deliver the payment to Dodozan.
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49	48	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_000	Oh my, oh dear. My cask of ale is gone, and it *had* to be the one ordered by someone who doesn't brook tardiness!
50	49	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_001	I would bring the matter to the Maelstrom, or perhaps seek help from the Yellowjackets...but my client would likely frown on involving anyone...official.
51	50	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_002	An adventurer such as yourself, though, would be capable of doing a little *un*official investigating. Will you find the stolen ale for me? It was right outside Fisherman's Bottom. Someone *surely* saw something.
52	51	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_003	What's that? You would have the client's name? Oh, none of that. Discretion creates opportunities. Now do go to Fisherman's Bottom and make your inquiries before this cold of mine grows worse! <cough> (The Bloody Executioners!) <cough>
53	52	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MERCHANT01426_000_010	Did I see someone walk off with a cask of ale? Why, sure, it was during the afternoon off-loading.
54	53	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MERCHANT01426_000_011	Fella didn't look like a thief, though. Hoisted the cask and walked right on over to the *Astalicia*.
55	54	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MERCHANT01426_000_015	I have to admit, the whole thing looked aboveboard. All out in the open. The fella wasn't acting like any kind of thief I've seen.
56	55	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DELIVERYMAN01426_000_020	Lookin' for Dodozan's cask of ale, eh? Aye, I'll help you. Dodozan ain't a bad sort, for a swivin' trader. There was a toper come askin' after the cask. Wanted to know if it was ale, the poxy fool.
57	56	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DELIVERYMAN01426_000_025	Reeked of rum and puke, that one. Not no kind of workin' man, and you know what that means 'round these parts.
58	57	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_FISHWOMAN01426_000_030	After a cask? Well, can't rightly say if it's *your* cask, but there was a big fella come by recently carrying one.
59	58	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_FISHWOMAN01426_000_031	He asked me if I had smoked mackies what would go down nice with ale. 'Tain't the only thing I know, neither; the louse wore black, and you know what that means: the Bloody Executioners!
60	59	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_FISHWOMAN01426_000_035	Already said more'n I should. If it's some business with the Bloody Executioners, best leave it alone.
61	60	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_039	What're ye...what're *you* looking at? This is a─hic─dance do...dua...*duel*! A dance duel. Mush more important than anythin' *you* got. Mush, mush more!
62	61	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MOENSLAET_000_040	Ye may be able to scamper *up* the rigging to the crow's nest, but can ye get *down*? Not for a siren's teat, ye great clodhopper!
63	62	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_PIRATE01426_000_041	Beggin' pardon, Cap'n, but there ain't no Miqo'te alive heavier on her feet than a great galootin' Roegadyn such as yourself!
64	63	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_042	Hahaha! Well said, Cap'n! And well retorted, ye bloody Sun Seeker! Or was you a Moon Keeper...? What other lands they got there? Bah, who even cares, am I right!?
65	64	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_043	...Who *are* you, anyway? There was a whole passel of you afore, but now there'sh only one. That's a miser's trick, it is.
66	65	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_044	Ungh... Nope, nothin' worshe than a miser. This whoreson what was a Madrigal...er...*Admiral*... What was his name? He didn't like no drinkin' nor dancin'. Bad for...hic...corals. Corals? Can't be right...
67	66	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_045	Corals! Hah, 'course you're right there, lassie! Should never doubt meself. Anywaysh, thish Madrigal─I'll call him Madrigal Pinchfist─passed decrees like they was farts. He decreed no dancin' “within a hand's reach of spirits.”
68	67	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_046	But no Madrigal's smarter than a sailin' man─we just stopped reachin' with our hands altogether! Hah! We invent...*invenitated* step dancin'. That showed Madrigal Pinchfist and his corals!
69	68	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_047	Haha, aye, that'sh right, lassie! Gets me all fired up, too. Makesh you think, like. Oho, I know! You want to dance! All thish time, I jus' thought you was bein' churlish, but─
70	69	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_048	No, no, no! I insist. Dance first, talk later. That'sh the way of it!
71	70	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_049	Why, you cagey sea fox! Dance like sailin' folk, you do. *Hic*, could swear there was three of you...or was I jus'...? Never mind, you'sh practically a sister now! You ask me anythin'!
72	71	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_050	A cashk of Dodozan's ale? Carried it off from Fisherman's Bottom my very own self, I did!
73	72	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_051	Hads to, matter o' fact. We'd already drunk all we had aboard!
74	73	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_052	'Course Dodozan's gettin' paid for it...someday. Don't make a differenshe if he frets a night or two, heh!
75	74	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MOENSLAET_000_053	Why, ye reprobate whoreson! *That's* the tale o' that cask ye lugged in?
76	75	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MOENSLAET_000_054	Blackguard! Ye dare call yerself a Bloody Executioner, all hugger-mugger 'bout what belongs to who? Dodozan has the cods not to mewl about the colors we wear, and ye play him for a fool?
77	76	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_STAFF01426_000_055	I... I'm sorry, Cap'n! W–Wasn't thinking it through. Gots to fix that, I do... It'sh what they call a coral failin'...
78	77	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MOENSLAET_000_056	<sigh> Adventurer, I beg pardon for my man. I swear, Llymlaen mistook him for an oyster and gave him grit for brains when She made him.
79	78	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MOENSLAET_000_057	Since yer already here, how 'bout you square our account with Dodozan, take this payment to him? We'd be much obliged.
80	79	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_MOENSLAET_000_058	You danced with us an' all, so I'm trusting the gil won't inspire any moral failings in ye. That's some long keel on the *Astalicia*, if ye take my meaning.
81	80	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_070	There you are, and not a moment too soon. Did you find my ale?
82	81	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_071	Huh... Well, that's the price I was to receive, but where did you get it?
83	82	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_072	Oh, from the Bloody─er, I mean, from the clients themselves? I see. Yes, there's always some blustery young fellow like that. Hasn't earned his swallows or stars yet, I'll wager.
84	83	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_073	Cods, you say? Captain Moenskaet is kind to say so, I'm sure, but I hail from Ul'dah. We trade with *anyone* if they've gil to pay. Pirates, princes...they're all the same to me.
85	84	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_DODOZAN_000_074	And if I know these particular pirates─and I do─they'll be wanting another cask soon to drink away this little fracas. Many thanks, adventurer!
86	85	TEXT_SUBSEA159_01426_SYSTEM_000_300	You have learned the emote **Step Dance**!