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Fishing Adventure Island Encounters
Woman in Mask
A well-dressed mysterious person in a mask has appeared on Riccioli Island, but their odd demeanor doesn't match their refined attire.
Actor No. 1:
Enough staring. Come on, let's go.
Actor No. 2:
What happened to her?
Actor No. 3:
I heard her ranting about her {Male=brother;Female=sister}...
Strange Girl:
Here, {Male=brother;Female=sister}! I finally caught it! Look how pretty it is!
Young Fisherman:
Best keep your distance, friend. There's something off about her. Best not to get too close.
Senior Fisherman:
It's a strange one. She seemed fine when I offered her some food not long ago...
Young Fisherman:
Haven't the slightest clue. Doesn't seem to be from the Riccioli Islands the way she's dressed. Maybe the promise of adventure drew her from the city.
Senior Fisherman:
Unusual fish seem to flock to these waters. City folk love coming here in hope of adding another rare trophy to their exotic collections.
Senior Fisherman:
These unknown waters are perilous. Those who lack respect for them are sure to invite misfortune. Every day, fools set out, never to return, yet still, the lure of adventure continues to draw in newcomers.
Senior Fisherman:
I overheard someone say that she and her {Male=brother;Female=sister} arrived asking about fishing some time ago.
Senior Fisherman:
I wonder why it's just her now...
Young Fisherman:
I can't convince her to leave, and I have no idea who her family might be. Perhaps you could try talking to her again.
Dana:
I can't wait to see the look on their faces once I bring this pretty little fish back, {Male=brother;Female=sister}.
Dana extends her scarred arms, revealing the broken pieces of a wine bottle she was holding.
Dana:
Huh? {Male=Brother;Female=Sister}, you're hurt.
Dana:
Oh, marvelous! Do you remember Uncle Ronald spoke of peculiar fish here that are drawn to people's wounds?
Dana:
Hurry, we need to head out to sea. We must catch one, even if it costs us our lives! Imagine showing it to everyone in the city!
Dana:
Absolutely! I shall be the first to present this fish, and then no one will ever be able to deny that I am truly the greatest collector there is!
Dana:
You don't remember? I'll make a sketch for you.
Dana:
The wind is too strong! We're taking on water, {Male=brother;Female=sister}. I need your help!
Dana stamps her feet impatiently, her empty hands seeming to tug at something invisible.
Dana:
A new fish! A fish no one's ever laid eyes on! Oh, don't you dare die on me now. I won't let you rot away...
Dana:
Uncle Ronald. I have to find Uncle Ronald, he's the finest taxidermist I know. He'll preserve your beauty forever.
Dana skips away happily with the fish clutched in her hands.
Dana:
My fish, Uncle Ronald, you promised me you would help me. Where's my fish?!
Passing Fisherman:
W-Who in tarnation are you?! Get away from me!
Dana:
It hurts... My face hurts... Please don't bite my face... Save me, {Male=brother;Female=sister}. {Male=Brother;Female=Sister}?
Dana:
My fish. The fish you gave me. I can't find it...
You notice the fish you caught for Dana dangling from her waist, exuding a foul, rotten stench.
Dana:
I'm so sorry! Please don't be angry with me! I'll find your favorite fish and make it up to you!
Dana quickly scribbles a drawing of a fish.
Dana:
This one! You told me it was your favorite fish when we were children! It still is, right? Please tell me I didn't get it wrong.
Dana:
What? Where? Did you go out to sea without me? What treasures did you find? Show it to me!
Dana:
No, stop. Don't eat me. Get off! Get off me!
Dana:
Why are there so many? Ack! My legs... My arms... You're not taking me too!
Dana swings her arms wildly trying to dodge you, as if she's in the water.
Dana:
Ah. {Male=Brother;Female=Sister}... How are you...? I saw you were... I saw it with my own eyes...
Dana:
So you managed to escape from all those fish. Not only that, you also found your favorite fish!
Dana:
Yes, yes. Now that we have everything we want, it's time to return home and enjoy their beauty together.
Dana:
Haha... Haha... You... You'll be a better collector than I'll ever be once we're back... I'm so thrilled for you!
Dana:
Fishy... Oh, fishy, fishy... Come out, come out, wherever you are. I got a little treat for you.
Dana:
Why the long face? There's plenty of room inside this fish tank, and look at all the lovely little fish keeping you company.
Dana:
Hey... Did you throw your own {Male=brother;Female=sister} into the sea...?
Dana:
Oh, don't cry. I'll help you find it. Anything for my dear {Male=brother;Female=sister}... Yes, anything...
Rover:
(Trying to convince her to leave isn't getting anywhere. I should find her family and see if they can bring her home.)
Dana:
{Male=He;Female=She}'s still in the sea. It's so cold there... I want to find {Male=him;Female=her}.
Dana:
I can't go home alone! We made a promise! This is what {Male=he;Female=she} looks like. No, more like... this. I must bring {Male=him;Female=her} back.
Dana scribbles frantically on the ground. She draws a fish.
Suddenly, Dana panics and bolts toward the sea. You catch her just in time.
Dana:
Get your hands off me! Who do you think you are?! I am a noble! An invitation bearer! A true collector! Let me go this instant!
Dana:
We're here bringing gifts for Mr. Doria. Quick, {Male=brother;Female=sister}. Show him the gifts we prepared.
Rover:
(If there's a chance she'll mistake that fish for her {Male=brother;Female=sister}, maybe bringing it back will convince her to leave?)
Dana:
Hmph. Just you wait and see, peasants!
Dana reaches out to the fish in surprise and begins stroking its scales.
Dana:
Oh, {Male=brother;Female=sister}! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to kick you into the water... They just liked your taste better...
Dana:
I didn't want to die... You reached out to pull me in, right? It was either you or me...
Dana:
I saw those fish first! You can't take them from me! I'm the better collector! I'm the one and only genius!
Dana:
If I bring these back to Madam Claire, she'll let me into her salon, right? No one will ever look down on us again.
Rover:
(Let's hope she stays in this delusion until she makes it back to the city.)
Dana holds the fish tightly, thrusting it toward the fishermen who recoil in discomfort.
Dana:
Take a good look at this fish, Mr. Doria. It's a species thought to be extinct! I spent three days and nights at sea searching for it.
Dana:
Oh, Madam Claire, may I join your salon now? I've completed all the extra tasks you set for me. You promised...
Onlooking Boatman:
What she got in her hands...? Is that a rotten fish...?
Onlooking Fisherman:
I don't understand a word she's saying. Isn't that just a normal fish?
Dana:
You gave me your promise! Why would you all lie to me?! WHY?! WHY?!
Onlooking Boatman:
Whoa! Easy there, miss! Someone find a way to calm her down!
As Dana notices you, her frantic energy shifts. Tears begin to stream down her face.
Dana:
{Male=Brother;Female=Sister}. Oh, {Male=brother;Female=sister}... I'm so sorry... I let you down... I went looking for them, but...
Dana:
They... They kept changing their promises. They never intended to accept us into the family...
Dana:
Do you really think there's hope? If we offer them another rare fish... will they accept us then?
Dana:
I-I was thinking... What about this one? You can only find it around the Riccioli Islands. It's extremely rare.
Dana:
If we catch this fish, does that mean we'll finally bear the family name? Imagine, they might even fetch us in a carriage!
Dana:
Okay. I'll be a good girl. Please be careful, {Male=brother;Female=sister}.
Onlooking Fisherman:
You're back. I've been keeping a close eye on her, just in case she gets any... wild ideas about hurting anyone.
Onlooking Fisherman:
Funny enough, she's been holding it together. It's like she really has been waiting on you.
Dana:
You're finally back! Now I won't ever go hungry again! You must be exhausted from that trip, I'll prepare something for you to eat!
Dana takes the fish and quietly begins to skin it with her bare hands.
Onlooking Fisherman:
She's starting to lose her grip again. But now that you're back, no offense, but I'll be taking my leave... Good luck.
Onlooking Fisherman:
Those fancy Mister and Madam types? Ha! You think I know any toffee-nosed snobs like that? You might try asking Ahab, he knows just about everyone!
Dana serves up a plate piled high with messy fish pieces. She gazes at you like she's serving a feast.
Dana:
Oh, she wants to see us? Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
Dana:
Oh, dear Madam Claire. Where could you be?
Dana:
Do you... not wish to see me?
Dana:
Oh... How could this be?!
Dana:
Wait. Is this a note from Madam Claire?
"Claire's Letter":
"The folk from the city grow stranger by the day..."
"Claire's Letter":
"Why don't you craft a few specimens to sell, Ronald? It could be a profitable venture."
Dana:
So you've been to see Uncle Ronald, haven't you? Madam Claire. I'm coming for you!