Niddler: Dagrons! Ren: Stinking beasts! Tula: *gasp* Ioz: Jitatin kreld-eaters! Bloth: I'm impressed, Mantus! Looks like your attack dagrons will finish the Wraith before the storm does! Ren: Good riddance! Tula: Let's not forget who the real enemy is, Ren. Ren: Come on, Tula, those dagrons have never brought us anything but trouble! Mantus: [Mal Maktai?]! Those flying beasts were worth twenty men in battle! Ioz: This is madness! No ship can survive the storms of the lightning coast! Ren: I thought danger stirred your pirate blood. I'll keep us on course. More to starboard, Ioz! Tula: Ren! Hang on, Niddler! Ren: Aah! Tula: Ren-! Oomph...Ioz, bring her around! Ioz: There's nothing we can do! Stranger: Do not fear--you are safe now. Stranger: Here, young one, sip it slowly. Ren: Thank you, um... Stranger: The name is Onda, my friend. Ren: But where are we, Onda? Onda: Dagron Island. Niddler: Dagron Island? You mean where--dagrons live? Onda: It's really not so bad here. The dagron provides me with all that I need--food, shelter, skins for warmth...these creatures are very handy, unless they happen to eat you, of course. Niddler: You had to remind me. Onda: But enough of Onda--who did I have the pleasure of rescuing? Ren: Ren, son of King Primus, who thanks you for your hospitality. Niddler: He's searching for the Thirteen Treasures of Rule, you know, with my invaluable help. Onda: Perhaps I can help, too. I have seen a Treasure on this island. Ren: Treasure? Onda: Yes, in a cave up on those cliffs. Perhaps it is the one you seek. Ren: Without the magical Compass, I can't be sure...but I'm going to find out. Onda: Be warned, there are dagrons up there. Niddler: Figures! Onda: But this dagron armor may protect you from the beasts. Ren: Thank you again, Onda. Coming, Niddler? Niddler: Uh, you wouldn't have another set of that armor, would you? Onda: I'm afraid not. Niddler: Figures! Ren: We shouldn't have much trouble eluding a few stupid dagrons. Niddler: Easy for you to say--you have the armor, I have feathers! Ren: Ohh, so dizzy...aahh-- Niddler: Ren--are you all right? Ren: I must still be groggy from getting washed ashore. Maybe I should have--waited to attempt this....the dagron's cave! Noy Jitat--I can smell those wretched beasts from here. This way. Niddler: Oof--Ren! Ren: Wait! This beast can't harm you, Niddler, he's caged! And I don't see any Treasure in here. Something's going on...aah...so dizzy... Niddler: Ren! You're turning into a-- Ren: *choking gasps, coughs* Niddler: --d-d-dagron! Niddler: What evil magic is this? Onda: Don't judge me too harshly, monkeybird! A dagron master must make a living! Niddler: You two-faced dartha eel--turn my friend back! Onda: I'm afraid he's my property now! Good son of Primus--I see you still have the fire in you. I will get quite a price, for one with such a royal pedigree. Niddler: You tricked us! Onda: You see, there are no real beasts left on the island. I hunted and sold them all. But thanks to the magic armor, I can create my own dagrons. Niddler: Not if this monkeybird has his way! Onda: My half-starved beasts will enjoy a feast of monkeybird. Niddler: Ren--it's me--Niddler! I-I'm your friend--not your lunch! Onda: He won't listen--he's now a wild beast like the other two, and his human memory will fade away as the spell wears on. Niddler: R-really, I'm not worth your trouble...I'm just skin and f-feathers! Ren--help! Ren! D'ooohhh! I knew you wouldn't forget your friend! You're one smart dagron, Ren. Don't worry--somehow I'll get you out of there! If I could get down from here...it's Ioz and Tula! Now I'll get help right awa--aaaaaay! Ioz: Chongo-longo, lucky we got out of that storm in one piece. Tula: It must have washed Ren and Niddler ashore here, too! Ioz: How can you be so sure, woman? Tula: Call it ecomancer's intuition. Ioz: Or keen eyes. Tula: What's the difference? We must find our friends. Ioz: Then we'd better hurry, before Bloth gets his Jitatin hands on them! Mantus: Do you really believe they survived the tempest? Bloth: Why not? The son of Primus has more lives than a korba cat. Now let's see what the dagron master has to offer us for his usual outrageous sums. Onda: Now that one is a born leader and carries a higher price. Bloth: Of course. Mantus: Strange, I have never seen a blue-eyed dagron before. Onda: Very rare, very, very rare... Mantus: You won't be so fierce once you've tasted my stinger! dagron!Ren: Roar! Mantus: By the twin moons! I'll break his spirit in no time! Tula: Mm, poor beasts. Ioz: Kreld-eating scavengers. Be grateful Bloth is leaving the island without finding Ren. Tula: You're right, Ioz. We must keep searching. Niddler: It's them! Thank Kunda, my luck has changed! Oh, Tu-mmmgrrrgh... Onda: Ahoy, there! Niddler: Mmm-mmm-mmmmph! Tula: We found their bowsprit, so we're sure our friends washed ashore here. Ioz: Noy Jitat--monkeybird feathers! Our friends have been here, all right--now what have you done with them? Onda: Easy, pirate, I was just about to tell you. Onda: This trail will lead you to the cave. Ioz: Thanks for the help, Onda! Tula: That's strange. The Compass shows no Treasure of Rule up there. Ioz: Niddler! Tula: Chongo-longo! Niddler: Mmm-gmmmm! Ioz--take off the armor, quick, or you'll turn into a dagron like Ren! Ioz: Dagron? You've swallowed too seawater, monkeybird, do you expect me to believe that...Noy Jitat! Niddler: It's bad magic, Tula--a trick by that scheming little sea slug Onda! There he goes! Onda: Time to get my gold and get out! Tula: Time's up, grotto grub! Ioz: Scut pango. Turning humans into dagrons seems to be very rewarding, eh, Onda? Onda: Give me back my gold! Ioz: You want it? Tell us how to reverse the dagron spell. Onda: The--the armor. If it's worn inside out, it will reverse the magic. Tula: It had better work. Ioz: If not, we'll be back. Onda: Wait! What about my gold? You promised! Ioz: Pirate's promise. I lied. Pirates: Ahahahaaaha! Mantus: By Kunda, I'll have you eating out of my hand, you worthless beast! Yaaaa! Pirate #1: The dagron learns fast--he's already eating out of Mantus's hand! Bloth: Twist my soul, Mantus, if you can't tame this headstrong beast, I will! Shackle the monster, you smool-brains! Mantus: Quickly! The eel prods! Bloth: Take him to the hold with the other dagrons. Ioz: Is that dagron Ren? Tula: I can't tell--we have to get below and make sure. Pirate #2: Stinking dagrons--nobody should have to fly those filthy beasts. Pirates: Ahh-! Niddler: Good plan, Ioz, good plan! Ioz/Nidd/Tula: Enh. Pirate #3: Enh. Tula: This way. Ioz: Nothing smells like a dagron. Onda: Those thieving pirates won't rob Onda so easily. Konk: Phew! Stinking dagron duty. Back off, kreld-eater, or you don't get fed. Aaah! Tula: The cages are this way! Ioz: Which one is Ren? Niddler: In this light, I can't be sure... Tula: Ren? Is that you? It's me, Tula! dagron!Ren: Rhaaar! Ioz: Forget it, Tula. Maybe it once was Ren, but he's nothing more than a wild beast now. It's too dangerous to turn him loose! Tula: I have to try--I have to reach him! You must remember, Ren, who you really are. You're not a beast--you are the son of King Primus in search of the Treasures of Rule! And we're your friends--we're going to set you free. Mantus: Perhaps the storm really did sink the Wraith, Bloth. Bloth: Then we will sail the twenty seas until we find that boy's worthless bones. Mantus: Look! Onda: No one sails until I find the thieves that stole my magic vest! Bloth: Dagron Master! You threaten me? I should be making the demands! Return my gold. That blue-eyed beast is untrainable. Onda: That's because he is Ren, son of Primus. Bloth: What?! Lie to me and I'll have your wings! Onda: It's true! My magic armor can turn men into dagrons. Bloth: By my soul--then the boy is already my prisoner! Niddler: Not anymore, blubber-lip! Pirate: Aaah! Bloth: Mantus! Summon your riders! I want that blue-eyed dagron, dead or alive! Niddler: I'm used to flying this way, but not this way! I hope you know what you're doing... Pirate: Yaah! Niddler: By Kunda, you do! Ioz: Noy Jitat--I'm a pirate, not a pilot! Tula: Having trouble, Ioz? Ioz: Nothing I can't handle, woman! Pirate: Yaaah! Tula: Come and get me, borka-brains! Nice flying--whoever you are! Bloth: Don't fail me, Mantus. Mantus: I'm going to enjoy clipping that man-dagron's wings! Niddler: Ren, we've got company--bad company! Mantus: Reeaaaahh! Niddler: Ren! My wing's too weak! Thanks, old friend...uh-oh, Ren, watch where you're going! Noooo! Mantus: Huh? Konk: Aaaah! Onda: That beast is mine! Niddler: No, not again!...Hey! I'm flying! Onda: Stay back! I am the Dagron Master--aaaaah! Tula: Whoa--I think Onda's gone for good. Now, back to the Wraith. We have a little magic to perform. Tula: Ioz--it's working! Ren: -uaah! Uh-! My friends...it's so good to see you all! Tula: Chongo-longo--I prefer you without the tail and the wings. Ioz: And the stink! Ren: Oh, I dunno--you kind of get used to it. Tula: As if dagrons had a choice, Ioz! Ren: Yes, those sorry creatures don't have much choice about anything. But what of the other two? Niddler: Good as new! We tried this out on them, [first? perfect?]. Ren: Now no man will have to suffer like a dagron again. Tula: Where to, Ren? Ren: The nearest port. Ioz: Ay Jitata, now you're talking! Huh? Ren: Yes--Onda's gold should give these two a fresh start. Ioz: Noy Jitat, but that's mine! Tula: Ren's right, Ioz--being a dagron is very hard work with very low pay. Ioz: Chongo-longo--so's being a pirate on this ship! Jitata Scut Panga...