Bloth: I've had enough, soothsayer. Why does that puny son of Primus defeat me at every turn? That Compass and those Treasures of Rule should be mine by now! Soothsayer: Those Treasures are for the good of Octopon, and it is Ren's destiny to find them. Bloth: Then you'd better find a way to help me, soothsayer. Soothsayer: If you want the Treasures, you must become Ren. Morpho can give you his body, but the rest is up to you. Morpho: I think I know just what you need, Bloth. But to work my magic, I must have the boy. Soothsayer: You will find him on Malagar Peaks. Ren: Noy jitat! There's Dark Water everywhere! Hard to starboard, Ioz! Tula: Hard to port! Ioz: Chongo-longo, make up your minds! Ren: Niddler! See if the Straits of Malagar are clear! Niddler: Oomph! My pleasure! *squawk* Not clear, Ren--not clear at all! Ren: Then we have no choice but to take the long way around, through Janda-town. Ioz: Now that's a port worth steering for! Ren: We're only stopping long enough to resupply, Ioz--not for you to hit every gaming house in town. Ioz: Just one. Zoolie's! Ren: Niddler--to the Malagar Peaks. Just keep Ioz on course, Tula, while I try to get a fix on the next Treasure. South by southwest lies the next Treasure of Rule, Niddler. Niddler: If we can just find it before Bloth finds us...doohhh... Ren: Too late! We've been spotted by that piglet Konk! Nat--jut--uh-- Konk: Konk [?] this time, jitata boy. Niddler: Ren--I can't fly-- Ren: Chongo-longo--I'll soon have us out of here...noy jitat! Konk: Spare your sword, kreld-eater--net made with baka steel! You going nowhere but back to Maelstrom! Bloth: I've been expecting you, son of Primus. Ren: Your piglet just got lucky, Bloth. Bloth: Or maybe your luck's just run out. Ren: You want this, naja dog? Come and get it. Bloth: Keep the Compass, boy--this time I'm taking more from you. Make sure I get those Treasure of Rule... Morpho: Yes, son of Primus--thanks to me, you and Bloth will be switching bodies--now! Ren: Rrr--let me--go-! Morpho: *cackles* Ren and Bloth: *gasping* Bloth-in-Ren: Unh! Twist my soul! It worked--I've become Ren! Konk: Bloth? Or is it Ren? Or is it--uh--uh-- Bloth-in-Ren: Lower that trident, smool-brain, or I'll throw you to the constrictus! Again! Konk: Bloth. Definitely Bloth. Niddler: Ren! Are you in there? Ren-in-Bloth: Niddler--noy jitat, this is a nightmare! Bloth-in-Ren: I want to see this miracle for myself. Morpho: Wait! Bloth-in-Ren: What is this sorcery? Morpho: Only a reflection will reveal your true self, Bloth. Relax--until the procedure is reversed with this, you will be Ren. Ren-in-Bloth: Bloth! I want my body back, you gantha pig! Bloth-in-Ren: Torment my eyes, stop him! Niddler: I'll get you out of here, Ren--but--you're--too--heavy-- Bloth-in-Ren: Mantus! Eel prods and nets! Ren-in-Bloth: Save yourself, Niddler! Unh! Niddler: *squawk* Konk: Cosntrictus time, monkeybird. Morpho: Wait! Ren's crew may be suspicious if he and the monkeybird don't return together. Bloth-in-Ren: I see. Then by all means he must. Konk! Konk: No! No! Me don't wanna be a-- Konk, Niddler: *gasping* Konk-in-Nidd: Monkeybird? Nidd-in-Konk: Yaah! Not a piglet! Aah! Konk-in-Nidd: Monkeybird trying to kill Konk? Bloth-in-Ren: Come, Niddler...it's time we return to the Wraith. Mantus: Good luck, son of Primus. Bloth-in-Ren: Blast you, K--uh--careful, Niddler. Konk-in-Nidd: Sorry, Bloth--er--uh--Ren, but me just learning to fly! Ren-in-Bloth: Ay jitata, Bloth, you'll never get away with this! Bloth-in-Ren: I already have, boy, I already have! Tula: Noy jitat. We thought you might've run into Bloth. Bloth-in-Ren: No sign of him. We're clear to go after the next Treasure of Rule. Ioz: Of course! Right after we "resupply" in Janda-town. Bloth-in-Ren: I see no need to stop. Ioz: If we don't, Ren, we'll be chewing on decking before the next moonrise. Bloth-in-Ren: Then chew the--very well, Ioz, we resupply! Ioz: Must be the thin air on Malagar Peak... Nidd-in-Konk: Do something, Ren! I can't spend my whole life looking like ths, or looking at you looking like that! Ren-in-Bloth: Calm down, Niddler. Guard: Clam up in there, piglet. You too, blue lips. Ren-in-Bloth: Obviously, Bloth has never been a prisoner on his own ship before, or he'd have made these bars Bloth-proof. There. Now you can get those keys from the guard. Nidd-in-Konk: Me? An unarmed, gentle monkeybird? Ren-in-Bloth: You're a pirate, piglet, remember? Now give me your leg--the other one! So much for unarmed. Nidd-in-Konk: That gantha pig Bloth better lose some weight! Guard: Huh? Oomph! Nidd-in-Konk: Crude, but effective! Now what? Ren-in-Bloth: We must find Morpho's potion--because if Bloth takes off with my body and crew, I may never get either back! Bloth-in-Ren: Grr--there. Now let's get out of here. Tula: Not a bad idea. I wouldn't mind leaving that lazy Ioz behind. Konk-in-Nidd: *panting* Bloth-in-Ren: What's taking Ioz so long? He should be back with his supplies by now! Tula: Very funny, Ren. What supplies would he bring back from Zoolie's gaming house? Bloth-in-Ren: Gaming house? I'll soon put an end to that! Konk-in-Nidd: Not too soon--Zoolie on other side of Janda-town. Zoolie: Ioz! Why, you swaggering son of a sea dog! It's good to see you! Ioz: Same here, Zoolie, you bloated nevarian mudworm--! Zoolie: Aaah! Hahahahahaha--and where are your little friends? Still looking for those jitatin treasures? Ioz: They're busy loading the ship, which should give me plenty of time to win some treasure of my own. Zoolie: Then for you, friend, everything's on the house. But house rules still apply--the weapons stay at the door. Ren-in-Bloth: This is it, Niddler. Now we just have to get close enough to our real bodies to use it. Morpho: That isn't going to happen, son of Primus. Nidd-in-Konk: Yaah! Unh! Morpho: Now, let it go, and I might let you live. Ren-in-Bloth: You--half--you half-human--kreld-eater! Morpho: Daaah! Ren-in-Bloth: Lucky for you, Konk has a head like a rock. Nidd-in-Konk: Lucky for both of us, Ren, Bloth has the strength of an ox! Ren-in-Bloth: Come on! The dagron cages are this way! Nidd-in-Konk: I wouldn't need a dagron if I had my wings back! Mantus: The dagrons? I gave no order for them to be released! Morpho: It's the boy. He's escaped with my potion! By Kunda! Ioz: Double reefs! Pay two to one! Bloth-in-Ren: We've wasted a whole day in port, Ioz--now let's get out of here! Ioz: Relax, Ren--just a few more rolls. I'm on a Janda-town hot streak! Bloth-in-Ren: Now! Or by the-- Zoolie: By the eight bays of Mer! You honor Zoolie's gaming house, Ren! Grub and grog are on me. Bloth-in-Ren: I came for Ioz! We're leaving. Zoolie: Are you trying to insult me, son of Primus? You can't refuse Zoolie's hospitality--without a fight. Bloth-in-Ren: But-- Ioz: He won't take no for an answer, Ren. Bloth-in-Ren: Very well. I'll stay for a little while. Zoolie: By Daven's beard, done. And your sword stays with me. Barkeep! Only the best for Ren and the monkeybird. Konk-in-Nidd: Me glad you in Ren's body. Bloth-in-Ren: Quiet, monkeybird! Tula: It's about time you lazy sea mules got back here--we're ready to ship out. Joat: I'll be the judge of that, wench--after all, this used to be my ship! Tula: Joat! Joat: Yes, Joat! The laughingstock of the twenty seas, since your friends Ren and Ioz stole my Wraith--and when I find them, it's payback time! Take her away! Ioz: Four reefs! Pay three to one! You've brought me luck, Ren! By the sea gods, I'll even toast you, monkeybird! Konk-in-Nidd: Huh? Bloth-in-Ren: You've both had enough! Let's go, Ioz. We're leaving Janda-Town NOW. Ioz: Keep your boots on--I'm just collecting my winnings! Zoolie: What do you say, old friend--double or nothing? Bloth-in-Ren: By my soul, this body will be old before I even get out of this port! Pirate 1: There he is! Konk-in-Nidd: Huh? Pirate 2: You're coming with us! Bloth-in-Ren: Torment my eyes! Who in the twenty seas are you? Niddler: Yaah! Ren, pirates: *grunting* Announcer: Looks like we have an unannounced match in our fighting pit today! Pirate 1: Get him! [? can't tell who said this, or if I was just hearing things, or... :P] Bloth-in-Ren: By the abyss! Don't you two know who I am? Pirate 2: We know exactly who you are, son of Primus! Bloth-in-Ren: No--I'm Blo-- *grunt* Announcer: A real grunge match! Two wharf rats versus son of Primuuusss! Onlooker 1: That's the son of Primus! Onlooker 2: The one who's trying to save Mer! Ioz: Thirteen waves! Chongo-longo! Zoolie: Eh, you never did know when to quit, you greedy dock rat. Ioz: One of these days, shardfish, I'm going to walk out of here with more than my sword! Ren-in-Bloth: No one on the Wraith--let's try Zoolie's. Onlooker 3: Look out, son of Primus! Ioz: Noy jitat! Now what's Ren gotten himself into? Ren, pirates: *grunting* Bloth-in-Ren: Nat Jut! *grunting, coughing* Pirate 1: You're coming with us, dead or alive! Ioz: Ren! Niddler: *squawk* Bloth-in-Ren: You saved my neck! Ioz: Hey, you've done the same for me. What did they want? Ren-in-Bloth: Ioz! That's not Ren! Ioz: I know what Bloth wants! Let's get out of here. Announcer: Great fight! Bloth--how about a match for you? Ren-in-Bloth: Maybe some other time. Pirate 2: By the twin moons! We've gotta catch those boat thieves first! Bloth-in-Ren: We've got to get back to our ship before those kreld-eaters. Ioz: No problem. I know all the shortcuts in Janda-Town. Ren-in-Bloth: There they are! Bloth-in-Ren: Get us out of here! Ioz: We gave that bloated leviathan the slip! Joat: But not me! Ioz: Joat? Joat: I've been waiting a long time for this... Joat: Your crew may have stripped me of my ship, Ren, but these hungry dartha eels will strip you of far more! No--we're a crew. Live or die, we go together. Joat: That can be arranged. Dump them! Ioz: I don't know about you, Tula, but I prefer to live! Pirate 2: Aaah! Tula: For once, Ioz-- Pirate 3: Unh! Tula: We agree! Bloth-in-Ren: Now it's my turn! Joat: I'll take care of you myself. Tula: Ren! Look out! Joat: *grunt* Aaah! Bloth-in-Ren: You're quite a crew! Ren-in-Bloth: Except it's my crew, Bloth. I'm the real Ren. Nidd-in-Konk: And I'm really Niddler! Bloth-in-Ren: Don't listen to them--it's a jitatin trick! Ren-in-Bloth: Just let me get closer, kreld eater, and I'll prove it! Ioz: Over my dead body! Nidd-in-Konk: Give me back my body, piglet! Tula: Chongo-longo--what's going on? Joat: You're dartha bait, wench! Tula: Ren! Joat: Now you die! Tula: Ren! Ren-in-Bloth: Tula! Konk-in-Nidd: The wench! Bloth-in-Ren: Forget her--get me out of here! Tula: Noy jitat--Ren...it really is you! Look out! Ioz: Only Ren would be fool enough to risk his life for this woman-! Ren-in-Bloth: Noy jitat--gotcha! Joat: Yaah! Tula: Poor Niddler--what in Kunda's name did Bloth do to you? Ren-in-Bloth: What we can still undo. Nidd-in-Konk: If we're not too late! Zoolie: Ren! You left your sword in my gaming house, and by Daven's beard, looks like you could've used it! Bloth-in-Ren: It was Joat. And Bloth! Zoolie: Cast off, Ren--I'll hold those darva worms off! Ren-in-Bloth: Noy jitat, Zoolie, you're letting the wrong man get away. Zoolie: Ouch! Nidd-in-Konk: He is Ren! Look in your sword! Zoolie: By my beard! Sorry, Ren. Bloth-in-Ren: Back off, boy--hurt me and you only hurt yourself! Ren-in-Bloth: I just need you close enough to use this. Bloth-in-Ren: Konk! Konk-in-Nidd: *squawk* Bloth-in-Ren: Keep your boat, boy--I've still got your body and the Compass! Nidd-in-Konk: No! I want my wings back, you piglet! Konk-in-Nidd: *squawk* Ren-in-Bloth: Niddler! You did it! Both: Aaah! Niddler: I did? I did! Bloth: Torment my eyes, I'm not through with you yet, boy! Ren: By the abyss, Mantus, you let them escape! Get them back to the Maelstrom or I'll feed you to the constrictus. Mantus: Yes, Bloth. Bloth: Twist my soul, you idiot! It's me, Bloth! Mantus: Nice try, boy--I know the real Bloth! Niddler: You're very convincing, Ren--guess a little Bloth rubbed off on you! Ren: Torment my soul, monkeybird. Niddler: Huh? Ren: Just kidding. Now let's go get Ioz and Tula! Mantus: An honest mistake, Bloth--I thought you were still-- Bloth: And I thought I had a crew capable of keeping that boy off my tail. Your scheme failed, soothsayer--being that puny boy almost cost me my life! Soothsayer: The scheme was working, Bloth, until you tried to save yourself at the expense of Ren's crew. You simply took the boy's body, but you failed to assume his generous and loyal spirit. Bloth: Hmm--believe you may be right, soothsayer...