Konk: Catch us if you can, you smool-brained nuts! May your rudder dabs dry out! Ioz: So, this is where the piglet has been scurrying to, huh? Tula: Huh! Only the scum of the sea drop anchor here. Ioz: Careful, woman--my fondest memories remain in Janda-Town. Tula: Figures. Ioz: Konk will burrow in until Bloth comes to his rescue. We should have more than enough time to reclaim the First Treasure and Compass. Then nothing will stand between us and the other Twelve Treasures of Rule! Tula: Think about someone besides yourself, Ioz--your greedy impulses will have to wait until we finish Ren's quest! Ioz: Well, maybe--but just for the time being. Ren: Niddler, this is fantastic! We didn't have anything back home like this. Niddler: Believe me, you wouldn't want to see it put to use! Here, this is the fastest way out. Niddler: So they...moved a few things since I escaped-- Ren & Niddler: Aaaah! Niddler: *squawk* Brigmaster: Come on, you soakheads, Bloth will want to welcome you aboard personally! Ren: And if I get out of here, will he ever be in for a surprise. Niddler: I just know he's going to kill you and eat me! Bloth: I'm waiting. Mantus: Maktoi! Dagron Rider: Aaa! Bloth: How very disappointing, Mantus--normally your training efforts yield better results. And as for you, Teron--you promised me clear skies today! I want the same tomorrow! Mantus: We'll need more dagron riders to expand our range of scouting. Bloth: Do whatever it takes to get the boy...borka-paste? Brigmaster: What does Bloth want done with these new shipwrecked soakheads? Might I suggest eel dipping, starfish baiting, or perhaps...thumbheads? Mantus: And I might I suggest your immediate withdrawal? Bloth is not amused at being disturbed! Bloth: Mantus, don't frighten the man. After all, the old brigmaster used to interrupt me as well...and we were the best of friends--before his...accident, of course. Brigmaster: I'll stow them in the Kramadorm until further notice! Ren: You certainly have a way with Bloth. Brigmaster: Laugh all you want, Jitata boy. Down in the Kramadorm! Ren & Niddler: Aaaaa! Ungh! Ren: Did we ever fool Bloth! He must have ballast for brains. Niddler: Agreed! I'll have to wear borka-paste more often...euch, ptooey! Careful--the only way I stayed alive on the Maelstrom was to keep clear of the sewerways. Slaves: To your left, Avagon! No fair! She's weakening! Ren: Is the old woman mad? Combatant: Raarrr! Niddler: This isn't your fight, Ren. Bloth treats his prisoners like animals, so most have become nothing more than wild beasts. Ren: Stop this! Let me pass! Nose Lady: Easy, new one. If you want to challenge Avagon, you must wait your turn. Slaves: Nurguth has metal! Where did he find steel? Avagon: Fool! Nose Lady: Avagon is still leader! Long life for Avagon! Ren: Never have I seen such a move! Could you show me--yeaahh-ah! Avagon: From where did this sword come, thief? Niddler: Gentle, please, gentle! He kept it in his boot. Avagon: I mean before today, monkeybird. Ren: It was a gift from my father. Avagon: Interesting...come. I have something to show you. Ren: At least tell me where you learned that grip! Avagon: Why do you lower your eyes? Ren: It is the seal of Octopon, my home. Avagon: Eight bays of Mer! Primus is alive! Why else would he send his son to rescue us? How fares our king? Ren: Gone. Taken by the sea. Avagon: No! Primus...I am Avagon, once the trusted aide of your father. Ren: And I am Ren. This is Niddler. Niddler: Once a well-fed monkeybird. Ren: What can you tell me? The lighthouse, my father...Alomar's Compass, this Quest I find myself on! Avagon: Enough! Stop, young Ren, enough. I can only tell you what I know. When you were new to the world, Primus set sail to seek the Treasures of Rule. After gathering the first Seven, he sought the remaining Six. Ren: But--why? Niddler: Greed, most likely. Avagon: No, never! Only he knew of their true purpose. And we, his closest friends, followed without question. We sailed with a foul wind away from the safe waters of Octopon and into the unexplored sea fields of Aymara. That's where he laid waiting in the fogweed. Bloth! Whatever beauty or mystical truth the Treasures held for Primus, the pirate lord saw them only as plunder. Primus gave the Seven to his most trusted Captains, saving the Compass for his spiritual attendant. Though Primus and I were captured, the others escaped--and hid the first Seven Treasures of Rule. Niddler: So, no wonder Bloth burned Octopon to the ground. When I was a slave here, he would scream into the night about finding those Treasures. Ren: And for seventeen years, I was a prisoner myself in that lighthouse. Avagon: Not a prisoner--you were kept safe, so you could live to this day. Ren: By my father's blood--I will find the last of the Treasures. But not before I repay Bloth. Avagon: There is only one escape from here. Niddler: Good! If we hurry, we might get away by dinner. Avagon: For the living or the dead--there is only one way out of the Kramadorm: the sewerways. Niddler: On second thought, perhaps I'll just stay here and enjoy life as a prisoner. Nurguth: He says he's the son of a king, and the bird calls him Ren. Brigmaster: Ren! Noy Borga, Bloth will be generous with my reward. Niddler: What if the constrictus is down there? What if we swim into a patch of Dark Water? What if we-- Brigmaster: You there! Ren! Avagon: Quickly! Ren: Down, Niddler! Niddler: *squawk* Ren: I'll return for you all, Avagon. Brigmaster: Nat-chut! Do you know what you've just done, old woman? Avagon: Hopefully saved our world. Pirate: Top side, everyone. Janda-Town is four points off leeund[?]. Brigmaster: Perhaps it would be wiser if--if Bloth doesn't hear about this. Besides, no one lasts long in the sewerways. Avagon: Vendat, Koonya! Call for a gathering! We have plans to make. Strant: I swear on my giddy aunt, I no have more weapons, Zoolie! Zoolie: I believe you, Strant--go, and may good luck follow! Heh--vodelingers. Konk: Get inside, idiots--we'll be safe here! Zoolie: Slow advance, friends. You know the rules--no weapons allowed in gamehouse. Lug Brothers: Gladly! Zoolie: All right--you too. Konk: One side, Zoolie! Konk is an important man these days, more than any day before! Zoolie: Then I beg your forgiveness--in advance. Konk: You barnacle-crusted smilge[?] sucker! Bloth will have your head for this outrage! Zoolie: Any time he wants to try and claim it, it'll be sitting right here. Konk: *grumbles* If I'm to get the Treasure and Compass to Bloth, you smool brains will have to protect me from Ioz and Tula! Tula: By Daven's beard, there's more than one way to take the bristles off that little gantha pig. Ioz: Your curse is very original, but I know this gamehouse. Take a look inside. Tula: Yeah? So? Ioz: That's no leviathan worship service. Tula: So what's your point? I suppose you have some brilliant plan? Ioz: No, I just said that I know this gamehouse. Tula: Hi, boys! Konk: There's one of them! Stop her! Where's the other one? Tula: Ioz? Oh--he's smilge-tossing somewhere. I can handle the three of you alone. Konk: Oh, is that so, woman? Fetch! Tula: A-hah, too slow, brothers. Nope, slower still! Ioz: That's it, woman, keep them distracted. Ouch! Could ever there be a worse place than this? Niddler: Ouch! Ren: You've got to be more careful, Niddler. Niddler: Okay, you lead for a while! Ren: If only Ioz and Tula knew what fun they were missing... Denizens: Gold! *various cries* Tula: What do you say, Konk? Wanna dance? Konk: I'll show you dancing! You don't know what a warrior I am! Zoolie: Freeze, "warrior." This is my gamehouse. Take your squabble to the fighting den down the street...what the rawfendie is this? Ioz: Noy Jitat, you over-fed, corpulent son of a sea-mule... Tula: Ohh... Zoolie: What are you doing under my game house, you half masted-- Ioz: Move, you rudderless, barnacle-brained--Last time I was here, these boards were loose! Zoolie: Aye! And I nailed them back down after you snuck away without paying your bill! Tula: You two know each other? Ioz & Zoolie: He owes me money. Ioz: I see all your hair's grown back in. Zoolie: Oh, one little deck fire can't hurt me! Tula: Noy Jitat--Konk has escaped! Ioz: I swear, that Treasure and Compass are cursed. See you in another 10 years, Zoolie! Zoolie: Not so fast, mate. Are you after these--trinkets? Tula: How--when did you-- Zoolie: Konk never pays for his drinks, so I took a deposit. Ioz...I've grown tired of civilization here. Are you still in need of someone to cover your flanks? Ioz: Funny you should ask, friend. We're about to kick Bloth's backside across all twenty seas. Zoolie: Keep our[?] civilized brethren in harness when I'm gone, Mars. I might live through this one. Mars: Have fun, Zoolie. Ioz: A toast. To Ren! Like he, may I die with sword held at the ready, and maybe a few coins in my pocket. Tula: To Ren. Ioz: Then it's agreed! We'll take on Bloth's finest and ugliest, spit in his eye, bust his keel, and be back ashore to brag about it by nightfall. Ioz & Zoolie: What?? Tula: Sorry, Ioz--but you're not the only one with plans. Ioz: Tula-- People: Flee! Scut pango! We're doomed! Tula: What--has there been a sea quake? Man: No--Bloth is looking for crew! Niddler: Eugh, why do monsters have such disgusting eating habits? Bloth: This had better be worthwhile. Muscle Lady: I believe this naja dog is yours. Konk: Greetings, Bloth. Muscle Lady: Perhaps a reward for all my trouble? Bloth: Excellent idea. You will have the honor of being my next dagron pilot. Muscle Lady: No--no, wait! Bloth: Konk, my day never seems complete without my stumbling into you. Konk: Good news, Bloth--the boy is dead! Bloth: How dead? Konk: Killed in a slave revolt on Pandawa! Niddler: Funny, I don't feel dead... Ren: Quiet, or we will be! Bloth: Then you have the Compass? And the First Treasure of Rule? Konk: I was just getting to that... Bloth: Now. Konk: I--I lost them, to Ioz and that she-devil friend of his. But I fought a valiant fight, and single-handedly vanquished ten--twenty of your worst enemies! Bloth: In other words...you failed. And failure has only one reward. Pirates: The pit! The pit! The pit! Yahaaahh! Ren: Thank Kunda for Ioz and Tula--since they have the First Treasure and the Second is safe here with me, Bloth will leave empty-handed. Niddler: So maybe we can leave too, huh? And eat? Pirates: Sixteen poogats on the constrictus! Twenty-five pieces. Mantus: One-thousand gold nuggets! On Konk. Pirates: I'll take that! Fifty gold nuggets! Thirty drabuls! Bloth: It's not like you to throw your ship's pay away, Mantus. Mantus: I'm not completely at risk. After all, the only two beings to ever escape the constrictus are Ren, and most of Konk. Bloth: Send eight detachments out to search for Ioz--and those with him. Tula: Friend Bloth! Ren: Tula? Tula: Let's--talk business. Ren: She won't live to see her reward!