ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/001/ClsRog200_00146.csv

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4	0	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_00	Jacke appears eager to hunt down the Maelstrom's stolen treasures.
5	1	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_01	Jacke has accepted the challenge put to him by Captain Milala, and sent his rogues out to gather information on the daring theft. As Perimu sheds some light on the nature of the three treasures, however, V'kebbe suddenly appears with urgent news─it would seem that the Yellowjackets have uncovered some of the Maelstrom's stolen goods during a routine checkpoint inspection. Wishing to confirm the veracity of her tale, the guildmaster sends you and Underfoot to investigate the commotion in middle La Noscea. Head out to the La Thagran Checkpoint and rendezvous with Perimu Haurimu.
6	2	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_02	Perimu confirms that a peddler has indeed been apprehended for carrying merchandise stolen from the Maelstrom transport. Use your Hide ability to approach the Yellowjackets inspecting the cargo, and listen in on their progress.
7	3	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_03	You have learned that the seized cargo contained nothing of real value. Report to Perimu Haurimu near the La Thagran Checkpoint.
8	4	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_04	Perimu is relieved to hear that the treasures have yet to be found, but seems confused by the smuggler's intent. Find the black marketeer at Tiller's Rest, and uncover the truth behind the peddler's reasons for not avoiding the checkpoint.
9	5	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_05	You find Underfoot's underworld acquaintance and are forced to subdue his Qiqirn bodyguards. Approach the black marketeer at Tiller's Rest once more.
10	6	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_06	After questioning the shadowy deal broker, you realize that the hapless peddler was almost certainly intended to be caught. Much to Perimu's surprise, you also learn that the perpetrators of the raid─the Grinning Curs─have concealed themselves within the dreaded mists of the Doxy's Pull. Hurry back to the Rogues' Guild and report your discoveries to Jacke.
11	7	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_07	Upon hearing the revelations you uncovered at Tiller's Rest, Jacke immediately organizes an expedition into the Doxy's Pull. Travel to the Moraby Drydocks in lower La Noscea and join V'kebbe and the guildmaster in the hunt for the Grinning Curs.
12	8	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_08	You have defeated the Grinning Curs aboard their own ship, and reclaimed the extraordinary blue diamond known as the Cerulean Star. Speak with Jacke back at the Moraby Drydocks.
13	9	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_09	Though his musings for a suitable punishment are interrupted by the arrival of Captain Milala, Jacke is nevertheless content to release the Grinning Curs into Yellowjacket custody. Return to the Rogues' Guild and speak with Jacke concerning the future of what has apparently become a far more complicated job...
14	10	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SEQ_10	According to the Grinning Cur captain, the remaining treasures are to be found in the hands of a mysterious group called the “Executioners.” Though not entirely certain of this new enemy's identity, Jacke appears sufficiently concerned to reiterate his desire to see you master your rogue skills. Continue with your training until your abilities have improved to the guildmaster's satisfaction. ※The next rogue quest will be available from Jacke upon reaching level 25.
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28	24	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_00	Speak with Perimu Haurimu near the La Thagran Checkpoint.
29	25	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_01	Use Hide to gather information at the La Thagran Checkpoint.
30	26	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_02	Report to Perimu Haurimu.
31	27	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_03	Find the black marketeer at Tiller's Rest.
32	28	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_04	Speak with the black marketeer.
33	29	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_05	Speak with Jacke at the Rogues' Guild.
34	30	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_06	Meet Jacke at the Moraby Drydocks and pursue the Grinning Curs.
35	31	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_07	Speak with Jacke at the Moraby Drydocks.
36	32	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_TODO_08	Speak with Jacke at the Rogues' Guild.
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52	48	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_000	Been practicin' yer dance steps, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>? 'Cause we're about ready to run rings 'round Captain Milala an' her swads.
53	49	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_001	The Yellowjackets've been pressin' their investigations into the treasures what was cloyed from that Maelstrom tub, but, as ye know, we've got our own network o' coves what don't miss naught o' the goin's-on about town.
54	50	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_002	As for the sharp end o' the job, it'll be you, me, Underfoot, an' the Stray. Let's get down to business, eh?
55	51	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_003	V'kebbe's late to the feast, so I'll just make sure we're all on the same page for the now. When ye get down to it, we have two goals for this job: bite back them three treasures, an' mill the coves what cloyed 'em in the first place.
56	52	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_004	Ye can be sure that that Yellowjacket shrew'll be doin' her damndest to beat us to the marks─an' seein' as the fate o' the guild is at stake we'd best not drag our dew beaters on this one.
57	53	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_005	I say we grabble them baubles afore she's even lifted anchor, an' give her a proper reason to rage against us rogues!
58	54	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_006	Ye seem awful keen on this contest all of a sudden, Jacke.
59	55	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_007	Aye, well, here's the thing... I sent me a grievance to the thalassocracy regardin' the shrew's challenge, but them paper-shufflers don't care a whit as long as one of us gets the job done.
60	56	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_008	So I figured I'd sail <Emphasis>with</Emphasis> the wind, rather than against it. Besides, we wouldn't want to shirk our duties an' force poor Captain Milala to blunder about in the scary darkmans, now, would we?
61	57	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_009	...How very gentlemanly of ye.
62	58	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_010	Well, them's the cards what we've been dealt, ain't they? Now stow yer quips an' let's hear what ye've learned about them bloody treasures already!
63	59	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_011	Aye, the treasures... Accordin' to the manifest o' that Maelstrom vessel, we're lookin' to bite back the “Cerulean Star,” the “Silver Sorrows,” an' somethin' called the “Black Sarcophagus.”
64	60	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_012	Aside from the fancy names, I was able to whiddle a few more details. The “Cerulean Star,” for starters, is a big ol' blue diamond what shines like...well, like a star, I s'pose.
65	61	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_013	Then we've got the “Silver Sorrows”─a pair of earrings what once graced the wattles of a sultana of Ul'dah. There's a tale there, but one what don't concern us at present.
66	62	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_014	Lastly, this “Black Sarcophagus” thing... I'm afraid that that one remained a mystery no matter how much I poked an' prodded.
67	63	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_015	...In any case, all three o' these trinkets was recorded as spoils from official privateerin' raids.
68	64	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_016	Now, as ye know, a pirate'll usually sell his plunder through a reliable fence. Sometimes, though, holdin' an auction is the only way to off-load goods what is too extravagant or just too bleedin' rare for the average cull to deal in.
69	65	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_017	Our three wondrous treasures fell into the “auction only” category. When the biddin' began in Aleport, the thalassocracy weighed in with its ample purse, made some unmatchable offers, then organized a tub for the merchandise to be shipped back to Limsa...
70	66	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_018	An' that's when our marks swooped in an' picked their transport clean...
71	67	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_019	I had a few whids with them Maelstrom sailors as survived the attack, an' they pointed the finger at the Grinnin' Curs.
72	68	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_020	Problem is, not one cull's seen hide nor hair o' the Curs─not to mention their bloody ship─since the raid.
73	69	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_021	<huff> Sorry I'm late, Jacke... <puff> ...But ye'll want to hear this!
74	70	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_022	Some o' the cargo what was cloyed from that transport was just found durin' a routine inspection at the La Thagran Checkpoint!
75	71	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_023	La Thagran!? ...Have the Curs made landfall, then?
76	72	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_024	An' what o' the treasures? Any mention o' them?
77	73	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_025	Naught that I've heard. But the 'Jackets ain't done shakin' out all the boxes yet.
78	74	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_026	Then we'd better get eyes out there, quick-like. <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>, Underfoot, yer fresh for a run, ain't ye?
79	75	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_027	Come on, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>colt</If>, I'll race ye out to the checkpoint.
80	76	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_030	Ye've never heard o' the Grinnin' Curs? They're a pack o' rabid buccaneers what used to belong to the Salthounds.
81	77	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_031	Back in the day, the Salthounds had the crew to fill more'n a few ships... Aye, there was no other pirate gang what could match 'em when it came to sheer numbers.
82	78	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_032	But when the Admiral came to power an' passed her famous law, most of the 'Hounds chose a life on land... An' those what spat on the law became the Curs. Simple as that.
83	79	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_040	I won our race! Ye owe me a pint, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>! ...Japes aside, though, it looks like V'kebbe was right about the cargo.
84	80	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_041	From what I've been able to catch from them swads at the gate, it seems a peddler was boned for carryin' goods what was known to be aboard that transport.
85	81	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_042	They carted the poor sod away in chains, but the cargo itself is still here. ...I saw a pair o' 'Jackets carryin' boxes up that wooden ramp.
86	82	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_043	We <Emphasis>need</Emphasis> to know what's in them crates. I get the feelin' they won't open their gans for the askin', though─not while this fool's challenge is goin' on. Do ye think ye could skulk over there an' see if they've found them treasures yet?
87	83	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_050	A couple o' Yellowjackets are riflin' through the cargo up that ramp there. Sneak in as close as ye dare, an' whiddle what's become of them baubles.
88	84	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SYSTEM_000_060	The Yellowjackets are discussing the contents of the crates...
89	85	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_YELLOWJACKETMAN00146_000_061	This's all junk. No diamond, no earrings, an' no bloody Black Sarcophagus. Looks like we'll have to lean hard on that skinny peddler if we're to find them treasures.
90	86	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_YELLOWJACKETWOMAN00146_000_062	The sergeant says the merchant's still pleading ignorance. Claims he was hired to carry the goods through the checkpoint and naught else.
91	87	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_YELLOWJACKETMAN00146_000_063	What a pile o' pugil shite! I'm guessin' the pirates've split the cargo an' are tryin' their luck at every checkpoint. Captain Milala's already given orders to double the guard and inspect every cart an' wagon what comes through.
92	88	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_YELLOWJACKETMAN00146_000_070	That's far enough! We can't be havin' any unauthorized persons interferin' with our official investigations. Now move along!
93	89	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SYSTEM_000_071	The Yellowjacket soldiers appear to be on high alert. Move some distance away, then approach them again while cloaked by your Hide ability.
94	90	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_SYSTEM_000_072	Two Yellowjacket soldiers are inspecting the seized cargo. Approach them while cloaked by your Hide ability and attempt to listen in on their progress.
95	91	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_YELLOWJACKETMAN00146_000_080	We can't be havin' any unauthorized persons interferin' with our official investigations. Now move along!
96	92	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_YELLOWJACKETWOMAN00146_000_085	Curious about what's in the boxes, are you? Well, why don't you go be curious from way over there and let us do our jobs.
97	93	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_090	Hmmm, so they've found naught o' value, eh? Bene. Thought we'd lost the contest afore we'd even properly started.
98	94	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_091	But be that as it may, somethin' don't add up here... Why would ye order a cull to carry the goods <Emphasis>through</Emphasis> the checkpoint? No smuggler is <Emphasis>that</Emphasis> daft, surely!
99	95	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_092	An' even if by some miracle o' the gods ye squirmed through La Thagran without raisin' a fuss, why would ye risk takin' merchandise back to the city what ye cloyed it from?
100	96	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_093	No, there's a bigger picture here, an' we need to take a step back to see it...
101	97	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_094	Assumin' the Curs hired this peddler to do their dirty work, there'll be someone in the shadows as brokered the deal. An' I just happen to know a cove what makes it his business to oversee these kinds o' shady arrangements.
102	98	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_095	The thing is, this black marketeer bloke changes his haunts dependin' on how the breeze blows. Quite literally, in fact. I seem to recall the Navigator's Veil bein' shifted by a westerly this mornin', so that'd put him...
103	99	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_096	...Ah, at Tiller's Rest. Nice an' close. Why don't we go ask him a few questions afore we head back to the guild?
104	100	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_100	I pride myself on my memory for faces, but yours is unknown to me. Are you an earnest customer...or an inquisitive annoyance? I must be sure of your intentions.
105	101	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BALLOON_000_101	Masterful master cannot abide foolish fools!
106	102	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BALLOON_000_102	Annoying flea should flee!
107	103	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_110	Gyahahaha! <wheeze> The dance is old, but the name is new! Put away your daggers, rogue.
108	104	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_111	I have peddled my wares to your kind since the Upright Thieves stalked the night. Speak! What would you have of this humble merchant?
109	105	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_112	Still tormentin' the colts, eh, granddad? We've come for information on a smugglin' job.
110	106	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_113	There was this peddler what was caught at the La Thagran Checkpoint movin' merchandise for the Grinnin' Curs. Pleaded innocence even when he had the screws put to him. Ye wouldn't know aught about that deal, would ye?
111	107	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_114	Every last sordid detail. Not a single grain of stolen sand passes through the shadows without my knowledge!
112	108	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_115	...But such prickly wisdom lodges tightly in one's throat. What have you brought to ease the pain of its passage?
113	109	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_116	Spare me the theatrics, granddad. Here's yer usual purse.
114	110	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_117	The sum is paid! The deal is made! May my answers sate your fickle hunger.
115	111	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_118	Your hapless peddler was indeed innocent. He was but a beast of burden employed by associates of the Grinning Curs, and likely knew naught of his freight's tainted nature.
116	112	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_119	...A pawn, if you will; a convenient decoy. There are those amongst my acquaintances who specialize in providing such services.
117	113	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_120	Aye, that's what I thought─the Curs <Emphasis>wanted</Emphasis> that cull to get caught. An' now the 'Jackets have had a taste, they'll waste their time yafflin' every shite-pie what comes through their checkpoints.
118	114	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_121	Meanwhile, the real treasures are hidden away in the darkmans, along with the Grinnin' Curs.
119	115	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_122	...Not the “darkmans,” master rogue. The mist.
120	116	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_123	Aside from the traveling merchant, the Curs' associates have spent coin on another piece for this little game...
121	117	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_124	...A navigator. One who is practiced in piloting a vessel through the Doxy's Pull.
122	118	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_125	The Doxy's...!? The gods only know how many ships've sailed into that fog soup an' never come out again... An' <Emphasis>that's</Emphasis> where ye say the Curs have gone to ground!?
123	119	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_126	Now there's a trick what took some bollocks. Once their hunted tub was sittin' dimber in the mist, though, it would've been easy to have these “associates” o' theirs ferry the junk goods to La Noscea.
124	120	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_127	Then the canny coves just needed to wait for the peddler to get boned, an' draw the glazes o' the Yellowjackets inland. We need to strike now... As soon as they learn the coast is clear, they'll flee for open waters!
125	121	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_128	A fair appraisal of events. Now that you know the location of your marks, however, it will not be so difficult to track them down.
126	122	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_129	The Doxy's Pull was once an impenetrable shroud, but ever since the Calamity the mists are far less...constant.
127	123	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_130	Narrow your search to the heaviest banks, and you will soon uncover those who wish to remain unseen.
128	124	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_131	But now, a warning: the mists conceal other dangers besides the dogs you seek. A careless step may land you upon the chopping block.
129	125	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_132	The “chopping block”!? Ye can't mean...
130	126	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_133	...Seems I've found meself another lead to look into. You hurry on back to Jacke an' tell him what we've learned so far.
131	127	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_BLACKMERCHANT00146_000_140	I hope we might do business again, young rogue. Pray be mindful not to─ahem─lose your head in the course of your duty. Gyahahaha...
132	128	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_150	About time, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>. Ye was gone so long I almost sent the Stray after ye. What happened to Underfoot?
133	129	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_151	...So our marks an' their bitten baubles are snug inside the Doxy's Pull, eh?
134	130	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_152	I'll not discount the old man's warnin', but we may not have a benar chance to crash the Curs an' grabble them treasures. We board their ship right now─you, me, an' V'kebbe.
135	131	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_153	...I s'pose we'll be needin' ourselves a tub for the voyage. I'll have whids with Swarsynt, an' see what the Drydocks can spare us by way of a ship an' a reliable crew. Get yer kit together an' meet us there.
136	132	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_160	The Doxy's Pull ain't no place to rush into, but we've little choice. We'll set sail from the Drydocks as soon as we're all ready to go.
137	133	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_170	All right, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>? I've pulled in some favors, an' there's a crew what'll get us close enough to scamper aboard the Curs' vessel.
138	134	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_171	It'll be cramped up on that deck─if we try to mill the whole lot at once, we'll soon find ourselves up against the rails. So we go in quick an' quiet, an' try to knock 'em off a few at a time.
139	135	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_172	Well, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>colt</If>? Are ye eager to test yer sea legs?
140	136	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_180	Jacke, I found me one o' them treasures! Unless there's another fist-sized blue diamond on board, it's gotta be the Cerulean Star.
141	137	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_181	As for them other two baubles... I've tossed the cabins an' been through the hold ilm by ilm, but there's naught else here.
142	138	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_182	Well, we'll just have to ask all sweet-like, won't we? Spit it out, Cur: where're ye keepin' the rest o' yer treasures?
143	139	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_183	Hah! Ye think I'd spill me guts for the likes o' you, rogue?
144	140	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_184	Maybe ye wouldn't, at that. ...But what about this partner yer workin' with?
145	141	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_185	'Ow'd ye─? We don't need no partner!
146	142	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_186	So, yer tellin' me this was all yer own idea? Ye woke up one day an' decided ye'd attack a <Emphasis>Maelstrom</Emphasis> transport right off the coast of Aleport, then disappear into the lovin' embrace o' the Doxy's Pull?
147	143	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_187	...Not exactly yer style, is it?
148	144	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_188	The Grinnin' Curs are too bleedin' famous for bein' the crew what turned their snouts up at privateerin' in favor o' keepin' to the old ways.
149	145	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_189	Ye've only escaped the Yellowjackets' grip this long by crawlin' on yer bellies an' snatchin' scraps what fell from the table. Ye ain't the type to sink yer teeth into a navy-owned vessel, no matter the prize.
150	146	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_190	...Aye, well, maybe there ain't no profit in bein' cautious no more.
151	147	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_191	The age o' pirates is swift comin' to an end. Merlwyb won't be stopped─not by a piddlin' little crew like mine.
152	148	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_192	That's why we've thrown our lot in with the Executioners.
153	149	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_193	That blue rock was just our share o' the loot─the “scraps from the table,” like ye said. If ye want them other trinkets, then ye'll 'ave to take it up with our new mates.
154	150	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_194	...One job at a time, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>. First, we need to get these stinkin' coves an' their tub back to the docks.
155	151	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_000_200	The job just got proper thorny... But at least we've grabbled one o' them damn treasures.
156	152	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_201	Piss on you for takin' our ship! Should've set 'er on fire while I still 'ad the chance...
157	153	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_202	There's still work to be done here, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. We've yet to decide what to do with these bleedin' Curs...
158	154	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_210	Puttin' aside the issue o' who gave the orders, there's no doubt that these was the coves as raided that Maelstrom ship. Now for a punishment what fits the crime...
159	155	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_211	I was informed that a certain well-known pirate ship was spotted weighing anchor at the Moraby Drydocks. ...I assume that this was your work?
160	156	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_212	Aye, ye missed all the excitement, Captain. But never ye mind: the Cerulean Star is back an' bob in our sneaky little fambles.
161	157	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_213	...Hmph!
162	158	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_214	And these must be the Grinning Curs...
163	159	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_215	Degenerate fiends! How dare you ply your filthy trade in Lominsan waters! How many innocent sailors were massacred that you might sate your vile avarice!?
164	160	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_216	Every one of your kind ought to be lined up and shot! A musket ball is the only answer for this rampant display of lawlessness!
165	161	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_217	Wait, wait, wait, do ye mean to just execute 'em here on the bloody docks!? At least take the buggers into custody first.
166	162	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_218	Handin' 'em over to ye for <Emphasis>lawful</Emphasis> punishment'll satisfy the demands of the code just as well. We've already got the answers to our questions, so feel free to take 'em away.
167	163	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_219	Do not presume to give me orders, rogue! You only managed to capture these villains and their ill-gotten treasure by employing unsavory and unconscionable means. Why, you're naught more than pirates yourselves!
168	164	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_220	These bastards ain't worth a true pirate's spit!
169	165	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_221	The Upright Thieves was formed to protect us from ourselves! Now they're just 'untin' dogs for the Admiral!
170	166	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_222	Merlwyb yanks the leash, an' another buccaneer disappears. You rogues are traitors to yer own kind! If it hadn't been for you...
171	167	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_223	Aye? Go on, then. Blame me an' me coves for yer own failures.
172	168	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_224	Ye knew what ye was about when ye defied the code; ye <Emphasis>knew</Emphasis> that we'd be after ye. ...We're done here.
173	169	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_225	There are still two treasures left, rogue! And I mean to claim them both.
174	170	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_226	I'd reconsider this contest of yers, Captain. Turns out this fish we're tryin' to hook is a shark...an' it might just swallow ye whole.
175	171	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_230	What shark is he speaking of? And how could any pirate challenge the might of the Yellowjackets?
176	172	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_MILALA_000_231	No, he seeks but to unnerve me. I'll wring the truth from these Grinning Curs, and we'll see who triumphs over whom!
177	173	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE00146_000_240	Ye think this is over!? The pirates'll 'ave their day again!
178	174	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_250	Bene work on that ship, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. First blood is ours!
179	175	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_251	How'd ye take to fightin' a-sea? There are few as can drop an opponent as quick as a rogue, but mind ye don't exhaust yerself just flailin' yer blades at the tougher coves.
180	176	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_252	An' that goes double for when ye've mates on yer flanks. If ye notice yerself startin' to flag, there's naught wrong with pullin' back from time to time an' staggerin' yer attacks with each other to keep the pressure on.
181	177	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_253	...I've said it afore, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>colt</If>, but I'll need ye sharp enough to carve steel for what's to come. I'm afraid this'll be more of a challenge than even what that little shrew was bargainin' for.
182	178	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_000_254	That's assumin' the Curs wasn't lyin' about the Executioners...and the Executioners are who I bloody think they are. 'Twixt you and me, though, I'm hopin' the name is just some laughable coincidence...
183	179	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_QIB_TODO001	Defeat the Grinning Curs!
184	180	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_BATTLETALK_01	Right, no one's seen us so far. Let's get to work.
185	181	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_BATTLETALK_02	I'll sink me stabbers in the captain. Those two back there are yers.
186	182	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_BATTLETALK_03
187	183	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_JACKE_BATTLETALK_04	Ugh... I knew it was a long shot...
188	184	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_BATTLETALK_01	Follow me, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>!
189	185	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_BATTLETALK_02
190	186	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_VKEBBE_BATTLETALK_03	Me daggers...never felt so heavy...
191	187	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATE_BATTLETALK_01	R-Rogues!? All the bloody way out 'ere!?
192	188	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATEBOSS_BATTLETALK_01	I don't know 'ow ye found us... But they'll never find what's left o' you!
193	189	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATEBOSS_BATTLETALK_02	Slippery bastards! Let's see just 'ow quick ye are!
194	190	TEXT_CLSROG200_00146_PIRATEBOSS_BATTLETALK_03	Open the cage! Let the Growler off 'is chain!