Yeah, I got to get the deck swabbed spotless afore Mad Jonah comes 'round. An' I ain't gonna do it on my hands and knees neither!
Problem is, we're all outta soap. That's more your problem than mine though, mate. Being the newbie 'round here, I got a special trip for ya to make.
Up on the northwest coast of this island, there's a whole mess o' sea lions. Amongst the nearby ice floes you'll find the alpha bull, Big Roy. Bring me back his blubber and I'll magic-up the best soap ya ever seen!
This is dependent on your reputation.
Where's that blubber? An' don't try to tell me he ain't got none either.
That Big Roy's so damned big it's a wonder he can still galumph around!
Ew, that's a stink if I ever smelled one!
Go on now, put it down here. I'll cast my spell and she'll be swabbin' soap for sure!
Big Roy paths, check by the northwest edge of the isle. When turning in, a short script event happens:
- Scuttle Frostprow says: There we go, <name>! This fat'll do the trick fer sure! And now for some real swabbin'!
- Scuttle Frostprow summons in about 30 mops and buckets.
- Drunken Northsea Pirate says: What ...hic?!
- Scuttle Frostprow says: Look at 'em go! Spotless!
- Drunken Northsea Pirate throws his cup of grog overboard towards land.
- Drunken Northsea Pirate says: That's it... no more grog for me!