Nagas, pirates, and slavers. The Red Lash pirates are bad news. This whole coastline is bad news, actually.<BR><BR>But I'm not leaving until I'm rich! This coastline owes me some treasure—owes me for all the bloodshed, all the sacrifice, all the pain.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"Wait...treasure?"</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> Look, I know I'm in over my head. I'd probably be a pirate slave—or worse—if it weren't for <PCCLASS:lcase>s like you.<BR><BR>I got jumped last time I went after those treasure chests. I'd like to see someone try to jump you, though.<BR><BR>Bring me what's inside, and I'll sort through the junk. I have a knack for antique appraisal, as it turns out. (The old chest is already open and filled with silt.) (The old chest is already open and filled with silt.) The chests were full of silt? Where's the treasure? Wait a minute...<BR><BR>Oh, I see how it is. You take the goods for yourself and pretend like the chests were worthless.<BR><BR>I think you're the one who's full of silt. <NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"It's not like that."</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> Whatever, <PCCLASS:lcase>.<BR><BR>Now clear out. I got scheming to do...