Garen: Well done, Ratmore, you found the ginger root! Ratmore: Yuck! Ptooey! Very bitter, very unpleasant! Garen: But very useful. Ratmore: Chipanga! What are those ugly things? Garen: Motarios. They can only be summoned to life under at least one full moon. My motarios will make good playmates for you, eh, Ratmore? Ratmore: I don't associate with fungus! Creepy mutts. Garen: These mutts will wreak havoc on those who dare to cross me. Come. Let's see what ships are in port. Ratmore: Ooh! It's been a long time since we got into our collection. Zoolie: Only a fool would take his ship through the Straits of Hedrin. Taking[?] to these waters is to risk never being seen again. They swallow ships whole! Ren: I've read about those lost ships. But the Compass points north--it's the only route to the next Treasure. Zoolie: It's your neck, Ren. Niddler: It's my neck, too! Maybe we should go after another Treasure! Zoolie: Oh--Garen! Garen: Why isn't our dinner ready? Zoolie: I'll have it brought immediately. Ratmore: A flying monkey? Do you have a birdbrain to go with those feathers? Niddler: Hey! Keep your claws to yourself! Ioz: Who's your friend? Zoolie: Garen, the wizard. People say he deals in sinister magic. Tula: No wonder I felt a chill when he arrived. Ioz: Chongo-longo, he's not the only evil creature in this room. Scorrion, you dingamord! Scorrion: Ioz! Ioz: How's my treasure map, thief? Scorrion: It's my map now, and my treasure! Ioz: I'll have my treasure or I'll have your head! Scorrion: It's your move, Ioz... Scorrion: Strike the first blow, Ioz. It'll be your last! Ioz: Bold words from a thief. Fortunately for you, Scorrion, I am peaceful by nature. Scorrion: Meaning you are backing down, as usual! Ren: Meaning we don't want to shed blood over a misunderstanding. Ioz: Consider yourself lucky, kreld-eater. Ren: I'm sure he does--now come on, before you get us all killed! Swar: Did he think we'd just hand over the treasure? Scorrion: Ioz always was a hothead. I suggest we keep an extra man on guard tonight, just in case. Garen: I've heard enough, Ratmore. Tula: Fool--you would die over pirate treasure? Ioz: What do you expect? I'm a pirate! Ren: We'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow we leave early. Ioz: How can I rest, knowing that scoundrel is in the same port...come on, Niddler, I know where we can get some janda fruit! Niddler: Janda fruit? Oh, why didn't you say so? Ren: Ioz, remember--no trouble. Ioz: Have a little faith, my friend! Niddler: The thought of janda fruit makes my beak water! Ioz: But first, I need a small favor... Niddler: Favor? What favor? Ioz: I want you to distract that guard while I sneak aboard. Niddler: That's Scorrion's ship! You promised not to cause troub-- Ioz: Shh! I just want to see if my treasure is aboard. If I find it, I'll give you a bag of gold. Think how much fruit you can buy with that, my friend! Niddler: *chomp* Mmmm... Swar: Chipanga! Thats our fruit! Niddler: Hey! I saved you the seeds! Swar: Why you--! Gaah! Come back here, you Jitatin monkeybird! Ioz: By the two moons! My treasure! Scorrion will pay for robbing me--huh? Scorrion: Hurry! I don't want him to get away! Niddler: Uh-oh, Ren is not going to be happy to hear about this... Garen: A-ha, they're leaving! It's time to collect another ship, Ratmore! Ratmore: And more treasure! Niddler: They were heading towards the strait! Tula: Ioz, kidnapped by pirates? Serves him right, the treasure-happy fool. Ren: Scorrion's ship ahead. Scorrion: Well, well, Ioz, what do you think you're doing down here? Ioz: I found the treasure you stole, Scorrion. Swar: You found more than that! Ioz: Hah! You fight like your captain, Swar--not very well! Scorrion: It's easier to find my treasure than to find a way out, fiend. Ioz: I'll just make my own exit, scoundrel. Chongo-longo! Scorrion: Get him! This ship is too small to hide on, Ioz! Ratmore: And it's going to get a lot smaller... Ren: Look! Isn't that Garen's pet rat? Tula: Yes--what's he doing here? Niddler: They have Ioz! Ioz: You stole my map! Scorrion: And where did you get it? Gah! Pirate: Scorrion! The ship--! Pirates: Aaaah! Tula: This is not good...I sense evil... Ren: Chongo-longo! It--vanished! Garen: Ahh, look, Ratmore, our ship's come in. Ioz: You have bigger problems to worry about than me, Scorrion--it's that wizard from the tavern! Scorrion: What do you want with us? Garen: I admired your ship so much, I thought I'd add it to my collection. And while I'm at it, I'd like to add your booty to my other collection. Bring your treasure on deck, Scorrion. Scorrion: You've picked the wrong pirate, wizard! Garen: I don't think you fully understand the danger you're in. Perhaps my friend here can show you. Scorrion: By the moons of Mer! Ioz: You're not afraid of a bug, are you, Scorrion? Pirates: D'ahhh! Whoooaa! Garen: Let me know when you've had enough. Ren: That's the direction Garen's rat was heading...I'll bet that's where the wizard lives! Niddler: Why do you think it was Garen who made the ship disappear? Tula: It could only have been done by magic, Niddler. Ren: I just want to get inside to look around. Niddler: That's what Ioz said... Ratmore: They don't seem to like their visitor, do they? Pirates: Dooohhh! Scorrion: Come here, you overgrown mosquito! Oomph! Noy Jitat! I was about to kill the beast! Now you've let it get away! Ioz: You may get a second chance, fool--help me! Where do you want it? Scorrion: Over here! Your pet makes a better ship ornament! Garen: I want that treasure--now! Ratmore: What are you going to do? Tell me, tell me! Oooh! The mutts! Garen: Meet my motarios, Scorrion--look how they've grown, Ratmore! Big and hungry. Ioz: Give up the treasure, you Jitatin fool. Scorrion: Hah! I have these monsters just where I want them. Garen: Stubborn as water-rats, eh, Ratmore? Who can that be at this hour? I'll be back for you! Scorrion: He hasn't got us yet. Ioz: It's only a matter of time, you sea-goat. But there might be a way to save our skins, if you do what I say! Garen: What do you want? Ren: A thousand pardons, sir. I heard you're a wizard. I'm selling rare herbs. Garen: Oh, an herb peddler! I thought you were a pirate. At least that fellow Scorrion seems to think so. Ren: You're right, Garen, I am a pirate. These happen to be stolen herbs taken from an ecomancer! Ratmore: An ecomancer? Ren: You see? They still have an ecomantic glow. Garen: Oh...perhaps I will buy one. Wait here. Ren: Take your time. Ratmore: Hey! Where are you going? You heard my master! Ren: These ships--I recognize their names! The real ships were lost in the Straits of Hedrin, weren't they? Ratmore: Could be. Wait! That's my master's lab! Ren: Oh? I've never seen a wizard's lab before. Hey, there's another ship! That crow's nest--very interesting. Ratmore: Get back! Garen: Here's your money, boy. Ren: I was just admiring your collection--the ships almost look real. Garen: I'm a stickler for detail. Ren: The ship in your lab--may I look at it? Garen: I'm...still working on that one. Now if you'll excuse me-- Ren: But I haven't shown you all my herbs! Garen: I've seen quite enough! Ren: So have I. I'd better tell the others! Garen: You believe that kreld-eater really wanted to sell herbs, Ratmore? Ratmore: By the shadow moon, I do not. Garen: You know what to do. Scorrion: I don't see why I should trust you to get us out! Ioz: Well, one of us has to go for help. Maybe one of your trustworthy scudballs would like to take my place--eh, Swar? Swar: Uh--I trust him, Scorrion! Ioz: Uh-oh, too late now... Garen: Ahh, I'm glad to see you've finally come to your senses, pirate. Scorrion: You'd better not forget about us, you sea dog... Tula: It seems so incredible... Ren: But it's true. Garen put them in a bottle, I'm sure of it! Niddler: Bottled buccaneers? What'll we gonna do? Ren: Tonight, when the lights go out, we'll sneak back in, and-- Tula: Shh! I sense someone. Niddler: It's that rat! Ratmore: Feeling a little tied down? Niddler: How humiliating, even for a monkeybird! Tula: I think he left something... Ren: What is it? Tula: Ahh! It feels like ice! Ren: It's the same mist that swallowed Scorrion's ship! Niddler: Everybody abandon ship! Oof--we've been bottled! Garen: Ahh, monkeybird under glass. Ioz: Chongo-longo, not the Wraith! Ratmore: He looks more like a monkey-bug! Ren: What do you want from us, Garen? Garen: Just your silence--forever! Now to complete my task. Ren: Noy Jitat! That treasure! Garen: There. Ratmore: This is what I call a growing investment! Tula: That vial of mist! Ren: If we could only get it... Ratmore: This is the richest one yet! Garen: Yes, indeed...come, Ratmore, we'll have time to sift through the treasure later. I could use a rest after this long, lucrative evening. Ratmore: What about our prisoners? Garen: I doubt if they'd have enough air to last till morning. Let's go. Scorrion: By the two moons, that sea dog better get up soon! Ioz: Noy Jitat! It's locked! Ren: It's stuck tight! Now what do I do? Niddler: Is it me, or is it starting to get stuffy in here? Tula: I have an idea. Maybe I can use my ecomantic powers to heat the air through this flame! Ren: Of course! Hot air will expand and pop the cork! Tula: Spread, flame--fill this bottle with your heat... Niddler: Even my feathers are sweating! I hate getting wet, but I'm already soaked...ahh... Scorrion: What in the name of Mer are they doing? Ren: Hurry, Tula--we're running out of air-- Scorrion: Great cannons, they're free! Ren: Now to get that vial! Ioz: All this trouble over maps and money. Ioz, sometimes you are a Jitatin fool. Niddler: Maybe I can open it! Rrrruh--maybe not... Ren: Noy Jitat! Not even a scratch! Niddler: Maybe with a little leverage... Tula: What horrible creatures! Niddler: Tell me about it! Garen: I wonder what's wrong with my mot--blast those pirate pests! Ratmore: I'll sniff them out! Garen: Find them and they're yours, Ratmore! Ren: Get ready... Niddler: For what? Ren: For this! Ratmore: Those chipanga pests! Garen: I see them! Over there! Ren: Hurry! Garen: There they go! Ratmore: What juicy snacks you'll make-- Ren: Ioz! Scorrion: It's about time! Garen: It's impossible! Ioz: Anything's possible with magic, wizard. Now bring back the others--before I cut you down to size myself! Garen: You don't have me yet, pirate. Ioz: I'm shaking in my boots. Garen: You soon will be. Ioz: -aah! The cold! Tula: Ioz! Ren: It's some sort of freezing powder! Garen: It will paralyze him long enough for me to finish him for good. Ren: I must take a chance! Garen/Ratmore: Noooo! Ioz: I think our wizard won't be bottling any more boats. Tula: The enlarging mist! Ren: The potions must have started a fire! Niddler: That mist made the fire even bigger! Ioz: Stay inside! I'll get you out! Noy Jitat... Ren: Ioz, come on! Ioz: I'm coming. Scorrion: Don't forget us, you kreld-eater! Ioz: You're a poor substitute for treasure, Scorrion. Ahh! Niddler: What's happening? Ioz: Ahh--it cracked! That's why Garen kept his ships in bottles! If you break the bottle, you break the spell! Ren: Ioz, you did it! Ioz: I'm not done yet--I've still got these chongo-longos. Pirates: Yeaaahhh! Scorrion: Well, well--not bad for an old sea weasel! Chipanga...there goes our treasure! Ioz: Could've been our lives, Scorrion! Ren: Noy Jitat! The other bottles must've broken. Tula: A bit too late for their poor crews. Scorrion: Hah--who knows, Ioz? One of these ships might contain a treasure map as good as yours! Ioz: You're welcome to it, my friend--I'm after finer treasure than money or gold! Ren: To the next Treasure of Rule, Ioz--our Quest continues!