Against All Odds/Plot Details

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 * colspan="2"| Against All Odds (pt.1) - Arrapago Reef
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 * Imutira: Looks like the big, tough captain is all bark and no bite, eh?

Qultada: ...

Imutira: The orobon are going to enjoy such easy prey.

Yazquhl: Do you think his crew will show up?

Imutira: They'll be here, no doubt about that. The corsairs will do anything if they feel it's their duty... It's about the only thing they really care about.

Imutira: It'll just make it all the easier to net them all at once and cast them into the sea where they belong.

Qultada: Such naivety.

Yazquhl: What do you know?

Qultada: I have told you before... You underestimate my crew.

Yazquhl: Impudence. How should I remember all of your foolish remarks?

Yazquhl: You think it's funny, eh? You should be praying for a miracle...

Qultada: A corsair needs no sword or gun.

Qultada: Luck is our weapon.

Qultada: I would laugh on the steps to the guillotine. That's the way of the corsair.

Yazquhl: This is madness.

Yazquhl: I will finish this now.

Qultada: Go ahead.

Qultada: You're late!

Zweeha: Nice spot you've managed to get yourself into.

Qultada: No need to fight over me, ladies.

Zweeha: Is that bandanna wrapped around your head too tight?

Imutira: You've got a lot of nerve to insinuate...

Qultada: Stay right where you are, hound, unless you desire to meet your fate...

Yazquhl: Don't think that you will escape us today... I've planned ahead.

Yazquhl: Today the Seagull Phratrie will join their ancestors in their watery grave.

Yazquhl: The Empire of Aht Urhgan triumphs once again!

Imutira: Time for your last words, Qultada.

Yazquhl: You too, Imutira.

Yazquhl: Good work. Your job is over. You can...rest now.

Imutira: What is the meaning of this!?

Yazquhl: Did you really think the Empire would let a former corsair just walk away without punishment?

Yazquhl: Then again... If you want to become like that Galka, go right ahead.

Gowam: ...Cor...sairs... Die.... Kill...

Uki Pupakkuh: ...There she goes.

Zweeha: Again...

Aznahf: What should we do?

Uki Pupakkuh: Hmmm...

Zweeha: I suppose we should save her.

Uki Pupakkuh: Ah, now that you mention it, she still has the hydrogauge, doesn't she?

Yazquhl: You should be worrying about yourselves now, corsairs!

Qultada: Fine.

Qultada: Player name, everything else is in your hands!


 * Take the pledge?
 * I swear.
 * What was that last part?


 * Take the pledge?
 * I swear.
 * What was that last part?

Qultada: Goddess of the Cyan Deep...