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Companion Story Brant
Sail Day, Captain!
You find yourself caught in a gamble between Brant and the crew, and before you can protest, the title of one-day captain of the Fool's Troupe is thrust upon you.
Are you ready, Captain? Adventure awaits!
Quest List
Go have dinner with the Troupe from 18:00 to 23:00Talk to BellaLook for suspicious people in the crowdHead to Egla TownTransform into EchoesDefeat the pirate's EchoesHead to the Passenger PortTalk to Brant in the Fool's ElysiumGo have dinner with the Troupe from 18:00 to 23:00Go look for Bella at Margherita RestaurantTalk to BellaLook for suspicious people in the crowd
Battier:
So, Captain, how about it? Fancy a wager on who hooks the first fish?
Brant:
A bet to start the day? Oh, Battier, you do know how to charm a man.
Brant:
What are we betting?
Rover:
Is that Brant...? What are those two doing? Better find out.
You find yourself stumbling into Brant and Battier's bet. Just as they get into a heated debate, you manage to catch the winning King Fish.
Now, you've become the Captain of the Day for the troupe.
Brant:
Only a six-pack? That's unlike you, Battier!
Battier:
Tsk, this isn't just any drink. I brought the finest brew from Egla Town! Cost me a pretty penny, you know.
Hymer:
Aye! Battier, my good friend, add one more six-pack. Tonight, this deck will be riotous with our revelry!
Brant:
Ah! Look who decided to join us. You've come at the perfect moment, Rover. We're about to place a very, very important bet.
Budd:
They're betting on who will catch the first fish.
Brant:
Battier fancies himself my rival, so he's wagering his prized stash of wheat liquor.
Brant:
Believe me, that stuff from Egla Town is pure heaven—smooth, sweet… I can almost taste it already.
Battier:
Confident, are we? Let's sweeten the stakes. I'll toss in a bottle of Troupe Strength. Everyone's in for some fine spoils tonight!
Brant:
Ha! A bold move, Battier! Let's make this really interesting. What would you have me wager?
Battier:
Oh no, Captain, we're not just betting drinks today. Not with Rover as our guest!
Battier:
How about this? If I win, you give the crew a day off. We all want to hang out with the Carnevale's Laureate again!
Battier:
And you, Captain, will handle all the chores. Cooking, cleaning, deck scrubbing—the whole kit and caboodle!
As Brant and Battier heatedly discuss the stakes, you notice the fishing rod twitching, the line pulling tight—
Neither Brant nor Battier pays you any mind, completely absorbed in their wager. Their focus is so intense that even the Primus himself would be made to wait until the bet is settled.
Brant:
Deal! It's been too long since I last cooked for the crew. If I lose, I'll show you all what this captain can whip up in the galley!
The weight tugs heavily—this is no small catch. It must be sizeable enough to decide the outcome of the bet in one swift motion. You reel it in...
And there it is! A colossal fish, flopping in the air with a look of sheer disbelief in its eyes. Well, fishy friend, bid goodbye to the water and say hello to dry land!
Sithos:
By the Sentinel, look at the size of that beast!
Budd:
Do we even have a pot big enough to cook it?
Hymer:
Wait a minute... isn't that Battier's rod?
Battier:
…
Brant:
…
Brant:
Well, well, I didn't see that coming! But I do relish a good twist.
Battier:
What's that, the Fish King himself? Well done, my friend! And congrats, Captain, you've just won yourself a day full of chores, haha!
Brant:
Very well, a bet's a bet. Looks like I'm a humble sailor today.
Hymer:
If you're playing sailor, then who's gonna be our captain?
Battier:
Who do you think?!
Battier:
Feast your eyes on that great fish {Male=he;Female=she} caught! I'd say our Laureate is more than qualified to steer this ship!
Brant:
I've got no doubt you'd make a great captain.
Brant:
But no pressure, of course. It's entirely up to you whether you wish to take command.
Brant:
Setting that aside, why not join us for dinner? Trust me, you won't want to miss the liquor you won for us.
Brant:
Allow us to thank you properly for all the help you've given. So, what say you? Will you honor us with your presence?
Battier:
You must! And with that beast of a fish you just hauled in, tonight's feast will be unforgettable. Come, fill your belly. It's the least you deserve!
Battier:
Right then, I'm off to let the kitchen know what's coming and to dig up my finest liquor for the occasion!
Brant:
And I'll be excusing myself as well, Captain. Ah, time to scrub the decks until they shine like gold.
Brant:
Oh, and if you find yourself with nothing to do, feel free to explore. Make yourself feel right at home on this ship! Ciao!
Rover:
Hmm... What does the captain of the Troupe of Fools do in a day?
Rover:
There's still some time before dinner. Might as well see what the crewmates are doing.
Brant:
There's still time before dinner! Smiles are all around. Why not wander about and soak it all in?
Brant:
Battier did say the winner would be the captain, but of course, the choice is yours. So, do you want the helm?
Brant:
Simply put, you chart the course and steer the ship. The crew will be ready to sail on your order at a moment's notice.
Brant:
Might seem easy enough, but there's more to being captain of the Troupe of Fools.
Brant:
These seas are full of thrilling quests and glittering treasures.
Brant:
That's where a true captain shines! Leading their crew to uncover lost legends, revel in the crowd's cheers, and sail boldly through the Stormy Sea toward glory.
Brant:
But none of this is possible without a captain, and the same goes for every member of the troupe.
Brant:
Take Battier, for example, he's our best fisherman. Tina? She knows every inch of the sea. And Lavito's stories could stretch on to fill a hundred nights.
Brant:
Everyone's unique talents make this troupe what it is. Each soul plays an important role.
Brant:
Ah, but duty calls, Captain. Oh, time to scrub the decks before dinner, as promised.
Brant:
Dinner's at six. Good... there's still time. Until then!
While having dinner, Battier hands you half of a lucky coin.
Brant recognizes that it belongs to the legendary adventurer, Captain Drake, which may lead to treasures beyond imagination.
A troupe member, Hymer, shares information on the other half's whereabouts. You and Brant set off on its search.
Battier:
A bottle of Troupe Strength, just for you! Around these parts, this stuff is as good as gold.
Battier:
Oh, and look what I found while gutting the fish!
Rover:
It's… split in half?
Battier:
Odd, right? Found it just like this. It might even be a relic from the old days.
Rover:
Mmm?
Rover:
Look, there's something there…
Brant:
May I have a look?
Rover:
Is that a letter? Does it mean anything to you?
Brant:
Hmm, yes. On these seas, there is only one legend about "D."
Brant:
The story of Drake, the Golden Captain.
Tina:
Captain Drake! That adventurer everyone talks about?
Levito:
I thought that was just a fanciful story…
Brant:
Captain Drake, the famed hero of Rinascita. Legend has it he assembled a crew with naught but a single coin and amassed great riches from the wealthiest of men.
Brant:
He then embarked on a quest to chart a safe passage across the Stormy Sea. A feat worthy of being remembered forever!
Brant:
But there was a price. Only one crew member returned, and he had been driven mad. What happened out there is still a mystery.
Brant:
Such tales were my bedtime stories.
Brant:
Back when I just boarded the Pilgrim's Sail, with no family and nightmares that could raise the dead, Toscanini would share such stories to comfort me.
Brant:
At the time, I swore that if I ever became a captain, every crew member would come back safe. No exceptions.
Bardolino:
Ah, Toscanini, the Night Watcher. Hahaha. You're one of the few who still remembers him.
Bardolino:
Did he ever tell you the rest? That mad sailor who raved about his captain's coin, saying it would lead to untold treasures.
Bardolino:
Perhaps it's the very coin our Captain here is holding.
Battier:
Untold treasures, eh? Well, aren't we lucky. If we had the whole thing, imagine the riches we'd claim...
Bardolino:
Oh, they exist, alright. The Golden Captain conquered every sea known to man. The wealth he amassed could give us all lives of leisure and luxury.
Hymer:
Half a coin… Treasures… Blast!
Brant:
Something wrong, Hymer?
Hymer:
Now that I think of it… I lost a half-coin just like this not long ago.
Hymer:
Yes, almost identical! There was a man yapping about its value. I thought he was just bluffing.
Hymer:
Didn't take him seriously... then I lost it to Bella.
Brant:
Bella… Since the pirates started stirring the waters around Ragunna, she's been hiring us to guard her family ships.
Hymer:
Aye! She's a regular at Trattoria Margherita. Loves their pizzas. I run into her all the time!
Brant:
Well then, our next stop is clear. Fortune has a way of smiling on us, Captain. Shall we try our luck at the restaurant?
Brant:
What say you? Ready to check it out?
Brant:
Aye, aye, Captain! Our course is set! Ready the sails, and let the wind carry us!
You come across Bella and inquire her about the coin.
The noblewoman with an odd obsession with good luck charms grudgingly reveals a sad truth: The coin has been stolen. Brant, known for being theatrical, applies his way of responding to the circumstances. Through his unique approach, he attracts everyone's attention and shares the story of the lucky coin!
Time to join in that act with Brant and dig out that lucky person.
Brant:
Bella, my friend! Why so down? It's not like you to drink alone.
Bella:
Ah... spare me the pleasantries. My luck has taken a turn lately. Nothing seems to be going my way.
Bella:
Pirates are strangling our shipping routes, and if that weren't enough—look at this pizza! No olives!
Bella:
Margherita says they're out for a few days. Can you believe it? Even the simplest pleasures conspire against me!
Bella:
And that lucky coin I fought tooth and nail to get? Stolen! Some wretched thief made off with it. I've been cursed ever since.
Bella:
Unlike you, Brant. You could disappear into a fog and emerge glittering like a diamond. If only I could borrow just a pinch of your luck…
Brant:
I'm sorry to hear that, Bella, but I've got news for you: I'm not the captain today. If you need good luck, you'll have to ask this one here.
Brant:
You never know what the tides will bring, huh?
Brant:
Margherita, two glasses of Nectarwine please, and top off Bella's drink. On my tab.
Margherita:
Coming right up!
Brant:
No luck charm beats a good glass of Gocce di Divino. Cheers to shaking off that bad luck!
Bella:
…Cheers.
The three of you raise your glasses in unison and down the drink. To hell with bad luck and cheers to a great, memorable night!
Brant:
Ah, that's fine wine. By the way, Bella, where exactly did that coin of yours get stolen?
Bella:
Right here, in the restaurant. A few days ago, I placed it on the table while I was chatting. Next thing I know, poof, it vanished.
Margherita:
A lot of diners have been losing things lately… I can't say who's behind it, but it seems to be happening more frequently...
Brant:
Hmm, a common thief… Captain, I have a plan, but I'll need you to steer the ship this time.
Rover:
...Oh, really? I've only just started on mine!
Brant:
(Gulping)
Brant:
ALL EYES ON ME! I, Brant of the Troupe of Fools, have a grand announcement to make!
Surprised Female Voice:
What's happening here?
Surprised Male Voice:
Is this supposed to be part of their show?
Brant:
Friends, gather 'round! Have you ever heard of the legend of the lucky coin?
Brant:
A coin said to guide its owner to untold riches and hidden treasures buried deep beneath the Stormy Sea!
Brant:
My friend is fortunate enough to have half of this coin, so we set out to find the other half.
Brant:
The fog tried to lead us astray and raging tides sought to hold us back, but we did not yield! The coin's magic has led us here, and now we seek to reunite it with its missing piece!
Brant:
So, ladies and gentlemen! If any among you holds a clue to the whereabouts of the other half of this coin, step forward now!
Brant:
Share with us the secret, and fortune shall be shared in return!
Rover:
(Ah... Brant is playing the crowd. Heh, a clever move.)
Rover:
(With all eyes on him, this is my chance to look for any unusual behavior.)
Hesitant Man:
Should I tell them...? A share of the treasures would be nice, but…
Hesitant Man:
Huh? Me? No, no… I've got nothing for you.
Hesitant Man:
Alright, alright… Maybe I do know a thing or two…
Hesitant Man:
...Damn it! Oh, fine! I know where the other half is, but you'll have to cough up some payment first.
Rover:
How am I supposed to know you're not lying just to pocket the reward?
Hesitant Man:
I'm not lying! If that rotten pirate hadn't stolen it from me, I'd still have the coin with me now!
Hesitant Man:
Wait?!
Before he can react, you dash forward and pin him down.
You make quick work of the thief and pin him down. According to your lucky gentleman, the coin was taken by a pirate named Aldric.
You also learn that this pirate is planning something big at Egla Town at midnight tonight.
That doesn't sound good! Better find out what he's up to quickly, Captain!
Brant:
How was my improvised performance, Cap? No applause or cheers for your humble bard?
Brant:
Thank you! Thank you!
Margherita:
That was a wonderful performance!
Brant:
Alright, seems like we've got ourselves a lucky gentleman.
Brant:
How about an introduction first, and then you tell us where that coin is?
Swiper:
…Name's Swiper. Go ahead, gloat.
Swiper:
Chalk it up to a bit of lousy luck. You lot would never have caught me otherwise.
Swiper:
But the coin you're after? It's long gone. I barely had it before pirates backed me into a corner.
Brant:
Pirates?
Swiper:
Yeah, their captain, name's something like Aldric. He took one look at that blasted coin, started muttering something about a midnight rendezvous in ugh... Egla. Whatever they're planning, I don't like the sound of it.
Brant:
Aldric… so it is him.
Swiper:
That's all I know! If you want the coin, go catch him yourself. Now let me go! I'm innocent!
Bella:
Innocent? You stole the coin from me, and now you dare claim innocence?
Margherita:
Despicable! After all you've done to our customers, you show no remorse. You're off to the Order Tribunal for judgment!
Swiper:
The Order Tribunal…? Hey, you can't do this to me! I told you where the coin is! You owe me for that information!
Brant:
Of course! And your payment will be a one-way trip to the Order Tribunal. May you start a fresh chapter there, my friend.
Bella:
Move! I'm taking you to the Tribunal. You'll be coughing up every single thing you've stolen, and then some!
Brant:
An old acquaintance of mine, so to speak. We were banished on the Pilgrim's Sail together. I remember he even had a nickname—Quickfoot Aldric.
Brant:
But he always had trouble embracing our ideals, so he left the troupe before long.
Brant:
The next time we saw him, he had already become a pirate.
Brant:
He's probably after Drake's treasures as well, which explains why he took the coin from Swiper.
Rover:
Makes sense. But what's got him heading to Egla Town at midnight?
Brant:
Well, that's the part we'll need to see for ourselves.
Brant:
Looks like we'll be burning the midnight oil. Once we arrive, we'd better keep an eye out for those plushies.
You and Brant find yourselves bumping into a grand gathering right in the middle of Egla Town.
As much as you'd love to stoke some fires, it's best to keep a low profile and avoid alerting the pirates.
But worry not, Brant has come up with a wonderful plan as he puts something on you, and just like that, you've transformed into the superstars of tonight's Plushie Gathering, Cuddle Wuddle and Lottie Lost!
Look out, Aldric, a surprise is coming your way.
Brant:
Captain, look over there…
Brant:
Looks like they're preparing for a grand gathering.
Brant:
As much as I'd love to go over and stoke the fires of their fun...
Brant:
Those pirates are on high alert. If our approach is clumsy, we may as well shout "Hello! We're here to ruin your party!"
Rover:
Agreed. We need to gather intel without being spotted. Let's find a way to sneak past.
Brant:
Exactly what I was thinking. See those Echoes over there?
Brant:
Ha, as the saying goes, "At sea, abide by the waves; on land, respect the earth."
Brant:
This is a plushie gathering, so we'd better fit in with their customs!
Brant:
Come on, Captain! The night has cast its spell, and it's time for the plushies to dance.
Brant:
Let's welcome the superstars of tonight's Plushie Gathering—Cuddle Wuddle and Lottie Lost!
Brant:
And I'm Lottie Lost.
Brant:
Alright, let's go give Aldric a surprise he won't forget!
Brant:
There she is. It's rare to see her drinking alone… Let's go talk to her.
Stammering Pirate:
Ca-captain, wh-why are you just standing there?
Aldric:
That's what you're here for, isn't it? Charge, go on! Once the treasure is ours, we'll feast and drink like true nobility!
Stammering Pirate:
Fl-flame!!
Aldric:
Flame? What flame? Stop blithering about and hold your ground! This blasted coin is still as useful as a chocolate teapot…
Brant:
Flame, you say? Let me turn this into a bonfire!
Aldric:
KILL THEM!
Pirate Crowd:
Over there!
Brant:
All yours, Captain!
Having lost the coin to you, Aldric makes a break for it amidst the chaos.
You finally have the map. To the treasure!
There's a troupe Gondola docked at the passenger port. Time to give the steering some spin!
Brant:
Aldric fled like a cat with its tail on fire. Still living up to his old nickname, Quickfoot.
Brant:
Don't worry, Captain. I've got a feeling our paths will cross again soon enough.
Unsad Lottie Lost:
Lottie… Lost!
Brant:
Well, would you look at that. Captain, I didn't know you were fluent in Echo!
Brant:
Miss, as promised, you and your friends can now dance in the moonlight to your heart's content. Go on, enjoy!
Brant:
It seems Aldric spent too much time on the sea and forgot the fundamental rule of this trade: quid pro quo.
Brant:
If you want the sea's rewards, you have to give something in return. Just like how being a captain doesn't just come with rights, but duties too.
Brant:
Every reward has its price, and tricking his men into paying it for his own gain is absolutely unforgivable.
Brant:
Anyway, take a look at this.
Brant:
This map marks three isles. I'm betting they're the hiding places for Drake's treasure.
Brant:
Haha, well, who could resist the siren call of Drake's fabled riches? It's tempting, no doubt.
Brant:
But truth be told, it's not the treasures themselves that draw me in. It's the stories—the legend of Drake himself.
Brant:
What did he face? What mysteries did he leave behind? There's no grander performance than that, Captain.
Brant:
We've come this far already. I'd regret it forever if I turned back now. So yes, I want to visit those isles, and maybe we can uncover the truth about Drake's treasures.
Brant:
Ha, that's exactly what I was thinking.
Brant:
Luckily for us, one of our troupe's Gondolas has been docked since the Carnevale. Looks like it'll come in handy after all.
Brant:
Off we go! I'll lead the way.
Brant:
Here we are, Captain—the port. See that Gondola over there? That's ours.
Brant:
Sometimes, we set up a temporary stage on it for impromptu performances. Keeps things lively.
Brant:
I've sent the coordinates of the first isle to your Terminal.
Brant:
Now, all we need to do is sail full speed ahead toward our destination!
Brant:
We're nearing the dock. Let's head in.
Brant:
It's so quiet... like an intermission.
Brant:
Whenever it gets this still, I can't help but anticipate the next act and the surprises it might bring.
Excited Pirate:
Captain was right! They're here! Everyone, get 'em!
Rover:
Here it is.
Brant:
It looks like a chunk of amber. Its color is quite beautiful.
Brant:
Remember the Amber Key Aldric mentioned before?
Brant:
This must be it. Let's take it and head to the next isle.
Brant:
I can't wait to see what surprises the second isle has in store.
Rover:
Looks like the fog is rolling in.
Brant:
Don't worry. This happens often when you're out at sea. Just trust the wheel in your hands and trust me.
Brant:
Follow their lights, Captain, and we'll safely reach our destination.
As if to chase away any worries, Brant hums softly.
Brant:
Look at those shipwrecks, Captain.
Rover:
Are those... Drake's ships?
Brant:
Yes. It's said that Drake's fleet sailed across the entire Stormy Sea. Hard to believe that such a legendary figure could lose his way...
Brant:
But if these wrecks are here, it means we're nearing our destination!
Aldric:
Wonderful, gentlemen! At last, I've found the key! O-of course, your help has been invaluable.
Aldric:
Do you see those wrecked ships? And with this thick fog... This place is danger incarnate.
Aldric:
However, as your captain, I'm willing to sacrifice myself, braving all the dangers ahead, for our grand cause!
Aldric:
Stay here and await my return. And if anyone dares to get in our way, make them rue the day!
Stammering Pirate:
Captain! Oh, captain!
Brant:
…That's Aldric's voice.
You run into Aldric's underlings, but they don't seem to be in a talking mood. All they care about is showing you what pirates are made of.
Cocky Pirate:
Hey, you two! Stop right there!
Cocky Pirate:
Yeah! You two.
Cocky Pirate:
Captain's orders are crystal clear: No one messes with our grand cause. No one's stopping me from soaking in wine and him from decking his teeth in gold!
Stammering Pirate:
Th-that's right! Y-you know how badly my teeth ache now… Owww…
Cocky Pirate:
Alright, let us show you what real pirates are made of!
Stammering Pirate:
W-wait! We're in trouble… It's the f-f…
Stammering Pirate:
The Flaming Returned!
Cocky Pirate:
What!? Why didn't you say so earlier?! We surrender! We surrender!
Uncocky Pirate:
Alright, we yield.
Uncocky Pirate:
Didn't expect you to be the Flaming Returned, the legendary pirate who can't die… We don't stand a chance.
Brant:
You think so too, huh? Throwing in random plot twists like this will only confuse the audience.
Uncocky Pirate:
Stop playing coy! You know what I'm on about! It's a tale every sailor has heard!
Cocky Pirate:
No one knows when he appeared
Cocky Pirate:
Or when he vanished…
Cocky Pirate:
He was hunted time and again
Cocky Pirate:
But slipped through every noose
Cocky Pirate:
They say he's immortal, for no raging storm—
Cocky Pirate:
Nor crashing wave
Brant:
Look at me!
Cocky Pirate:
Not even the sharpest blade can kill him!
Rover:
That's quite the legend you've built yourself
Brant:
Haha… Let's see how this plays out
Cocky Pirate:
Strong as hell, that one was
Cocky Pirate:
Had the guts to raid the Pilgrim's Sails again and again
Brant:
Rescue missions!
Cocky Pirate:
Anyway
Cocky Pirate:
He always ruined our plans!
Cocky Pirate:
Every time we set off to raid those merchant ships
Cocky Pirate:
This fiery bastard would swoop in, flames blazing!
Stammering Pirate:
B-b-beyond outrageous!
The pirates reveal Aldric's next destination to you.
Time to pay him a visit.
Uncocky Pirate:
Now you know why we chose to surrender…
Brant:
…
Rover:
…
Brant:
Oh, right. I am the Flaming Returned, the immortal scourge of the seas. Cross me, and you'll be haunted by the crackle of flames every night!
Uncocky Pirate:
Gold, for the love of gold, don't! I'll spill everything!
Stammering Pirate:
B-but, wouldn't that be betraying our captain?
Uncocky Pirate:
Fool! Didn't you hear the captain? "If anyone dares to get in our way, make 'em regret it!"
Uncocky Pirate:
If we don't give 'em what they want, Captain won't sleep a wink. He'll be plagued with nightmares of this menace!
Uncocky Pirate:
Besides, Captain's already off with the key we found. He promised to share the loot with us, and soon I'll be swimming in barrels of wine!
Stammering Pirate:
A-and I can get a gold tooth...
Brant:
Oh, what a generous captain you serve… truly selfless.
Brant:
And yet somehow, these two were left behind to stop us?
Brant:
Well then, let's head to the next isle.
Brant:
Ah, we're nearly there at last.
Brant:
I'm very excited. There's something magical about the end of a journey, don't you think?
Brant:
That's when the real excitement kicks in, just before the final curtain call.
Brant:
So, Captain… ready for what comes next?
Rover:
It's Aldric. Right there, just as we thought.
Aldric suggests a truce and a partnership, where he'll hand you the key under a 60/40 split in your favor once the treasure is found.
You agree to this partnership while also keeping a close eye on him. You're well prepared by the time he goes back on his words and makes his move.
Aldric:
Brant. I didn't think you'd show up so soon.
Brant:
And I didn't think you'd still be here.
Brant:
Hm… where's all that treasure, then? Your crew is itching for the grand return of their selfless, heroic Captain Aldric.
Aldric:
…Useless fools. Couldn't even slow you down.
Aldric:
Fine, you want the key, don't you? I could give it to you, but—
Brant:
Ah, I see! You want an honorable duel with my captain? A proper sea knight's duel, full of valor and—
Aldric:
No, no! Must we always resort t-to violence? See that? It takes two keys to unlock!
Aldric:
You have one, and I have the other.
Aldric:
We both want the treasures, right? So how about this, I'll give you my key, but we split the treasure. Sixty-forty… No, wait, I-I'll be generous. You take the sixty, and I'll settle for forty.
Aldric:
You've seen my crew. Those poor souls… I'm doing this for them, to give them the life they deserve. A-a happy, peaceful life.
Aldric:
What do you say, Captain of the Troupe of Fools? A fair deal, wouldn't you agree?
Rover:
(He sounds sincere. Can I really trust him?)
Rover:
(Regardless, agreeing to his deal to get ahold of the other key is in my best interest. Even if it's a trap, we can handle it. In that case...)
Rover:
Deal. Hand over the key.
Aldric:
Here you go. The gate's right over there.
Aldric:
Time to claim our treasures... Wait! What's that!
Aldric:
Ahhhh! You, uh, stay here and defend our great cause! Show them the true might of the Fool's Troupe. FAREWELL!
Brant:
There's an opening over there. Let's check it out.
Brant:
Hah! I knew there'd be a way forward.
Rover:
Let's keep moving.
Brant:
Well, the gate's closed. Looks like our friend left us with these two Chop Chops for company.
Rover:
Just what you'd expect from a pirate.
Rover:
Is that a picture?
Brant:
It's badly eroded. Let's take a closer look.
You reach the treasure's location and meet Aldric once again.
Aldric plays his old trick, trying to fool you into doing all the hard work of getting the treasure.
Just as Brant uses the coin to obtain the nautical chart, Aldric snatches the chest, declaring he wants all the treasure for himself. Sure, he's free to claim the treasure for himself, but such freedom always comes with a price.
Aldric:
Ah, my dear friends! What a joy to see you both in one piece!
Aldric:
I-I was absolutely quaking back there. Just the thought of that monster… it still gives me the shivers!
Aldric:
When I finally came to my senses, I found myself here, all alone. Quite... quite unsettling, I must say.
Aldric:
But look at you! You took down that beast faster than I could blink.
Aldric:
Grand…? Oh yes! My grand cause! I'm this close to realizing it, you see. Look! Drake's treasure is right there, so brilliant, so-so dazzling…
Aldric:
But as a man of principle, I could never hoard such wealth all to myself.
Aldric:
So, in the spirit of fairness, I'd like to give you the honor of opening it first. Please go ahead, the first pick is yours!
Aldric:
C-curse? Hahaha! Do I look like the kind of man who fears mere legends? No, no, my offer comes straight from the heart.
Brant:
It's okay.
Brant:
In accordance with the law of the sea…
Brant:
This is just a teeny tiny curse. Nothing more, nothing less.
Aldric:
You... you look fine…
Aldric:
Hahahaha! Curse? Turns out it's as harmless as a kitten!
Aldric:
I fretted for nothing! Yes, now all this treasure is MINE!
Aldric:
Grand cause? My crew? Oh right…
Aldric:
I'll toss a modest pouch to each of my loyal mateys, and the rest? ALL MINE! Hahaha!
Aldric:
When I left the Pilgrim's Sail, there was only one thing that stayed with me—to chase my desires without chains.
Aldric:
And after all these years, I've cracked the code… Money! Hahaha! That's my one true calling. Hahaha!
Brant:
But everything comes with a price, Aldric.
Brant:
And now, it's time to pay yours.
Aldric:
Wh-what?!
Brant:
Watch out, Captain!
Aldric:
The gold… My gold…
Aldric:
Treasure… My grand cause… No…
After finally making it back to the gondola, Brant shares with you stories of the past, the present, and the nautical chart.
Rover:
We managed to slip away.
Brant:
I… I never thought he'd pick those treasures over his own life…
Brant:
Back then… When Toscanini first told us about Drake's story, I said I wanted to be a captain who led the crew to countless triumphs so that everyone gets to carve out their own destiny.
Brant:
Aldric just laughed, calling it foolish. He said, "You fool! With Drake's treasure, you can crush anyone and make everyone's life better by force!"
Brant:
I never bought into that. For me, it's not about riches or power. It's about freedom—the freedom to sail your own course.
Brant:
That's why we parted ways. He left the Troupe of Fools and became a pirate.
Rover:
Amidst all your theatrics, you always remain true to your code.
Brant:
As a captain, you're quite different yourself.
Brant:
Certainly one I'd be proud to follow.
Brant:
You accept your crew for who they are, understanding and respecting their choices.
Brant:
I've had my share of adventures, but I must admit—this one with you has been a breath of fresh air.
Brant:
By the way, look at this.
Brant:
This is Golden Captain Drake's map, a record of his life.
Brant:
According to this, he and his crew did indeed brave the treacherous Stormy Sea and return with immense wealth, but not without paying dearly.
Brant:
Heavy fog, disease, getting hopelessly lost, each entry could have sunk an entire fleet. By the time they made it back to the isle, only a handful survived.
Brant:
Most of them never left. In the end, only one sailor remained with this coin.
Brant:
Remember what that note said? "Remember the law of quid pro quo."
Brant:
I believe it means if you want Drake's treasure, you have to offer something in return. The price I paid for this scroll was that coin.
Brant:
Yes, but isn't it fascinating? A single coin can lead to both dreadful curses and priceless treasures.
Brant:
Who would have guessed that Drake's most valuable treasure would be a map worth just one coin?
Brant:
Honestly, when I made the trade, I wasn't sure what I'd get.
Brant:
Hahaha! I had faith in you, my friend, and the spirit of adventure.
Brant:
And this story is far more compelling than the saga of the Flaming Returned, don't you think?
Brant:
Ah, you remember those pirates who said I was always on the run?
Brant:
Every time a bounty was placed on my head, I'd work with my crew. They'd turn me in for the reward, and I'd handle the escape.
Brant:
The rumors spread faster than I expected. Hahaha…
Brant:
Anyway, if you're up for it, the trip back is long enough for me to tell you all about it.
Brant:
So, Captain, the adventure's come to a close. Ready to sail back home?
Excited Pirate:
Argh! We can't win! RUN! Run for your lives!
Brant:
I've seen more fight in a children's theater troupe. Anyway, looks like they were digging over there. Let's take a look.
Brant:
Looks like... he's a captain.
Brant:
He's got a scale in one hand and... wait, that coin in his other hand, it looks just like the one we found.
Brant:
One side holds treasure, and the other… a broken heart. What do you think it means, Captain?
Brant:
Hmm… so you're saying we may need to trade something precious, like our heart, for the treasure?
Brant:
You know, there are stories about a place at the edge of the ocean, a nation where people use scales to measure everything.
Brant:
Souls, wealth... nothing escapes the balance. Perhaps this painting nods to that—everything has a price. Classic quid pro quo.
Brant:
Fascinating, isn't it? Maybe even Drake had a sense of fairness when it came to treasure. Anyway, let's keep moving, Captain. I have a hunch we'll uncover more soon.
Brant:
It says…
Brant:
"Oh sea, curse equally all who dare to steal the treasure!"
Brant:
"Remember the law of quid pro quo. Remember the law of quid pro quo…"
Brant:
Looks like to claim Drake's treasure, one must pay a price equal to its worth. Maybe that's why no one's succeeded.
Brant:
The treasure demands something in return.
Brant:
Exactly. If we want something from the sea, we have to offer something in return.
Brant:
Ignore that rule, and greed will swallow us whole. Likely with our lives as the main course.
Brant:
Captain, I know what we need to do. Do you trust me?
Brant:
That's all I needed to hear. Let's head for the treasure!
As the adventure comes to an end, the troupe grants you the title of Honorary Captain.
Brant passes on Drake's nautical chart to you, insisting that if you ever come across new adventures in the future, remember to count him in the action.
Brant:
Ah, what a journey. It feels good to be back.
Brant:
Time really does fly.
Brant:
Anyway, this is for you.
Rover:
Is this… Drake's scroll?
Brant:
Exactly! I figured it would be a good memento of our adventure.
Brant:
Oh, and due to your stellar performance, I'm officially naming you our troupe's "Honorary Captain," as witnessed by this map!
Brant:
That depends on when the next adventure calls! You know that I'll be ready to join you, just say the word.
Pan Cake:
Six o'clock, dinner! Six o'clock, dinner!
Rover:
There's still some time before dinner. A little stroll could be a good idea.
Levito:
The Returned sailed through scorching flames, back to the stage's brilliant light… "Hoist the jib and set sail," he cried. "We shall conquer the raging sea..."
Levito:
Oh, just a little shanty about a tale on the tip of everyone's tongue lately.
Levito:
They say a pirate roams the Stormy Sea—an immortal who can walk through fire without a scratch. No one has ever caught him.
Levito:
Ah, the name's not important. It's just a story, after all.
Levito:
Still, the children love this sort of thing. Stories and songs, all woven together.
Levito:
They're always asking Captain Brant to sing with them. He gets into it too—sometimes he makes up a whole scene right on the spot.
Levito:
Not quite. Just Brant indulging his whims.
Levito:
Anyway, I'd better get back to composing. I want to have this new song ready for those young buccaneers by dinner.
Margherita:
What's the matter with him?! Is he drunk?
Margherita:
Heh heh! Just acting, aye? Well, that's a good laugh!
Margherita:
So, what's this "lucky coin" he's jabberin' about? Is it really that special? I can hardly believe something so valuable might be sitting right here in my wee restaurant!
Margherita:
Hmm… now that you mention it, there's a regular who takes a right odd stroll around the place before sitting down.
Margherita:
He's got a habit of claiming a seat in the corner… Maybe he knows something?
Bella:
Captain, now I'm getting confused…
Bella:
Um, well, er, Margherita, Constantine, and…
Bella:
Oh! There was a gentleman who asked me for directions.
Bella:
No… It was utter chaos at the time. I really wasn't paying attention. Ugh, this is frustrating…
Brant:
And then! My friend drove the harpoon deep into the fish, the line snapped taut, pulling us down, nearly dragging us overboard. Just then, we heard the haunting song of the sirens weaving through the thick fog…
Surprised Woman:
Oh my Sentinel! What happened next?
Brant:
Not even the dangerous fog or those eerie melodies could rattle my friend's resolve! Instead, {Male=he;Female=she} leaped onto the back of that monstrous fish and led us out of danger, as bold as a lion.
Brant:
It was as if the Sentinel, impressed by our courage, rewarded us with this—a half coin, nestled deep in that fish's belly.
Rover:
(He's really in his element. I should find a time to introduce him to Encore...)
Pan Cake:
Six o'clock, dinner! Six o'clock, dinner!
Pan Cake:
Greetings! Captain Brant sends his regards!
Pan Cake:
Ooh, Captain! Captain!
Pan Cake:
Brant lost again! Surprise, surprise.
Pan Cake:
Never wins! Never wins!
Pan Cake:
Captain, Pan Cake at your service! At your service!
Tina:
Captain Rover, what's our destination?
Tina:
Normally, Captain Brant calls the shots, but since the helm is yours, I'm all ears!
Tina:
The Fools are always eager to know where we're headed. So a captain must light the way!
Tina:
For those of us who've left our pasts behind, a guiding star is everything. I don't know what the troupe would do without a captain.
Rover:
(I see. I'll do my best to live up to that! Then, let us—)
Tina:
Splendid! Brant took us to Septimont once, so we know that route well.
Tina:
Now that I know the plan, I'll go tell the others and get things ready.
Tina:
Haha! We've braved wuthering waves and stared down every tide! We're seasoned sailors, Rover!
Tina:
Captain Brant might be whimsical at times, but when the chips are down, he always pulls everyone through.
Tina:
Surprises are just part of our life, so we've gotten used to this "improvised" way of sailing.
Tina:
Speaking of which, we've been busy with convoy assignments lately as pirates have been causing trouble intercepting trade routes, so we should stay sharp, Captain.
Tina:
After today's performance, I'll check the sea conditions again.
Hymer:
Tina! Where are you? Rehearsal is starting soon!
Tina:
I'm coming!
Tina:
Well, Captain, duty calls! I hope you're finding your footing here. Catch you later!
Roccia:
Leave the paperwork to Brant. It's part of his responsibilities.
Roccia:
Hello, Rover. I heard you're the captain today. Don't forget to wrap up the paperwork!
Roccia:
Haha, don't worry. It was a joke. I hope you've been enjoying yourself today.
Roccia:
Leave the paperwork to Brant. Pero will keep an eye on him to make sure it's done by tomorrow.
Roccia:
Brant might not look like your typical captain, but he gets the job done.
Roccia:
Hehe, all in a day's work for a captain, right?
Levito:
The Returned sailed through scorching flames, back to the stage's brilliant light… "Hoist the jib and set sail," he cried. "We shall conquer the raging sea..."
Brant:
Hmm... something feels off.
Brant:
Watch out!
Brant:
Ha, now that was a surprise. Aren't we lucky?
Rover:
There's nothing else in this hole.
Brant:
Sure there is—my trusty shovel and some air.
Rover:
…
Brant:
Alright, alright. No more jokes. Keep digging, Captain!
You toss a Shell Credit into the air, a flicker of hope rising within you.
You hear no response, only the sound of waves crashing against the shores.
You find distinct carvings, though much has been worn away by time.
"Let me out… That's why I wanna leave…"
Rover:
Oh... Someone was once trapped here.
You find more carvings, but most are illegible.
"No... hope. I pray for this to end… Ghh…"
Brant:
Lost by seafarers, no doubt. Likely got caught in the sea fog and couldn't find their way out, poor boys.
You find more carvings. They are hard to read, but you can make out a few sentences.
"Curses await ahead…"
"They lost their minds at the sight of the treasures, fighting like madmen. It was terrifying..."
Brant:
Curses, huh? I guess that's why no one's ever managed to bring back Drake's treasures.
Aldric:
Wh-what's happening?!
Aldric:
Curse… This is the curse! My gold… My gold is moving!
Brant:
No Aldric, this is the price of your greed.
Brant:
Did you forget? "The law of quid pro quo."
Aldric:
You mean that blasted half-coin?!
Brant:
I'm proud to announce that you are now our troupe's Honorary Captain.
Brant:
Whenever the next grand adventure calls, count me in. I'll be ready!
Margherita:
Just how much did he have to drink…?
Actor No. 1:
Now I'm getting confused…
Actor No. 1:
Mamma, what's that man talking about? Treasures? A lucky coin?
Actor No. 2:
Oh, sweetheart, that's just what happens when you drink too much. Promise me you won't be like that when you're older, okay?
Actor No. 1:
Should I tell them...? A share of the treasures would be nice, but...
Actor No. 1:
Throw in another six-pack!
Actor No. 2:
Yeah! Add one!
Brant:
With these disguises, we're perfectly camouflaged.
Brant:
Let's mingle with the crowd and see if we can uncover any useful information.
Sad Lottie Lost:
Lottie? Lost…
Brant:
She said, "A Lottie Lost can't be happy... I've never seen a happy one before."
Brant:
"And that Cuddle Wuddle looks real strong! Why are you here? Is it for that big, bad pirate?"
Brant:
Yes, I picked up a few phrases in Echo-speak from Pan Cake.
Sad Lottie Lost:
Lost…
Brant:
Fine, I may have... embellished a bit. Don't be angry.
Sad Lottie Lost:
Lottie… Afraid...
Brant:
She's warning us to be cautious. Pirates aren't fond of Echoes, so she and her friends have been forced to stay out of their sight.
Brant:
Don't worry, gentle Lottie Lost. We'll do our best to help you and your friends dance freely in the moonlight again.
Cocky Pirate:
I'm telling you, it's huge news, matey! Heard it straight from the captain himself!
Stammering Pirate:
Wh-what what did the c-captain say? Spit it out!
Cocky Pirate:
Captain said… Wait a tick, what are you doing here?
Brant:
Lo-lottie… Lost…
Stammering Pirate:
Wh-what's that strange noise…
Cocky Pirate:
Ah, never mind. Just a Lottie Lost and a Cuddle Wuddle. You're still shaking in your boots over the Flaming Returned, huh? Ha, there's no need for that!
Stammering Pirate:
Th-that was an accident! If I run into th-that Returned again, I-I'll make him pay. B-besides, you're the one who's shaking li-like a leaf!
Stammering Pirate:
Anyway, wh-what did the captain say?
Cocky Pirate:
The captain said when midnight strikes and the moon reaches the treetops, he's gonna make an offering to that coin.
Cocky Pirate:
If all goes to plan, we'll have enough for five Ragunna cities. Five, I tell ya!
Cocky Pirate:
And when that happens, we'll show those high-and-mighty city folk what true banishment feels like!
Aldric:
Gentlemen, the moment we've been waiting for is finally upon us!
Brant:
Aldric really hasn't changed a bit.
Brant:
Get ready. He's about to launch into one of his Aldric speeches.
Over at Egla Town square, Aldric makes a speech with the coin in hand, dreaming about having everyone kiss his boots.
To make his fantasy come to fruition, he plans to catch every Echo he can find in the area. He even considers catching you and Brant.
There's no way you're going to allow that to happen. Time for the brave Captain and the star of the show to give Aldric a taste of his own medicine!
Aldric:
Gentlemen! Do you still remember the day you boarded the Pilgrim's Sail?
Aldric:
From that day forward, we were forgotten and spat upon. But that ends now!
Aldric:
Behold! Gentlemen! Held firmly in my hands—
Aldric:
Drake's Coin!
Aldric:
The very coin that once guided Captain Drake to unimaginable riches!
Aldric:
Now, I, Captain Aldric, am its rightful keeper!
Aldric:
With it, we shall claim Drake's riches and take whatever our hearts desire!
Pirate Crowd:
HOORAY!!!
Aldric:
You'll be capping your teeth with gold, and you'll be swimming in Nectarwine before long, mateys!
Aldric:
As for me, I'll drag those arrogant Ragunna nobles aboard like the mangy curs they are! They'll call me captain and beg to kiss my boots!
Aldric:
Even that noble Laureate will be fetching my tea!
Pirate Crowd:
CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN!
Brant:
A dream or not, it's wrong to treat people like that.
Aldric:
For this momentous day, we braved the fog of Penitent's End to bring back the Golden Fleece and the Bell-Ringing Crab!
Brant:
No wonder we ran into trouble a few days back.
Aldric:
All our blood, sweat, and tears have finally led us to this coin, our map to untold treasures!
Aldric:
Coin, oh coin, reveal to us the location of the treasure! Grant us the Amber Key to fulfill our desires!
Aldric:
Coin! Oh, coin!
Aldric:
Damn it all, why isn't anything happening?!
Cocky Pirate:
Captain, could the nearby Echoes be screwing with the coin's magic?
Aldric:
Good point… Gentlemen, if you want your dreams to come true, capture every Echo in sight—leave none behind!
Pirate Crowd:
Aye, aye, Captain!
Sad Lottie Lost:
Lottie… Lost!
Brant:
Enough of your bluster, Aldric! Can't you see your audience is about to doze off?
Aldric:
Who's there?
Stammering Pirate:
Lo-Lottie Lost speaks!
Brant:
It's Happy Lottie Lost, and…
Brant:
Remember those dazzling names, for you are about to witness our might in this showdown!
Stammering Pirate:
Cu-cuddle Wuddle also sp…
Aldric:
Fool! Can't you see? They're not the real Lottie Lost and Cuddle Wuddle. They're just humans in disguise!
Aldric:
Seize them! Don't let these interlopers ruin our grand scheme!
Rover:
Brant, look over there! There's another Lottie Lost.
Brant:
No, no, no, no, no, no, we're not the same. That's a sad Lottie Lost. I'm the happy one.
Brant:
I've had dealings with Bella before. She's alright in my books, but she's got an odd obsession with good luck charms.
Brant:
The last time we encountered a thick fog, she was a bundle of nerves, convinced I needed to be tied to the mast to ward off any siren beguilements.
Rover:
Wait, you didn't actually go along with it.
Brant:
Naturally! It was quite the spectacle. Ridiculous, but we all love a good show. Once we were deep in the fog, I managed to wriggle free. Ha, you should have seen her face!