Sail Day, Captain!

Talk to Brant in the Fool's Elysium

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.

Budd: They're betting on who will catch the first fish.

Brant: Hey now, grant this captain his due! I'm working hard to secure some fine libations for us!

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!

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.

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?!

Brant: I've got no doubt you'd make a great captain.

Brant: Absolutely, my friend. We sail straight!

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!

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.

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: 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!

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.

Roccia: Leave the paperwork to Brant. It's part of his responsibilities.

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..."

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.

Go have dinner with the Troupe from 18:00 to 23:00

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: Hehe, all in a day's work for a captain, right?

Tina: Captain Rover, what's our destination?

Tina: The Fools are always eager to know where we're headed. So a captain must light the way!

Tina: The First Mate's opinion does matter, but it's up to the captain to set the course.

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.

Tina: Splendid! Brant took us to Septimont once, so we know that route well.

Tina: That might be a challenge. We've never gone that far before, but I've heard about Huanglong's famed Hero Plays. Maybe we'll get to see one!

Tina: The Black Shores…? I've never heard of that place. What's it like? Can't wait to see it for myself!

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!

Pan Cake: Six o'clock, dinner! Six o'clock, dinner!

Pan Cake: Ooh, Captain! Captain!

Pan Cake: Never wins! Never wins!

Pan Cake: Captain, Pan Cake at your service! At your service!

Levito: Oh, just a little shanty about a tale on the tip of everyone's tongue lately.

Levito: Ah, the name's not important. It's just a story, after all.

Levito: You know how it is—stories tend to pick up a little extra color as they're passed around.

Levito: Still, the children love this sort of thing. Stories and songs, all woven together.

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.

Battier: A bottle of Troupe Strength, just for you! Around these parts, this stuff is as good as gold.

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?

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: 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.

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.

Bardolino: You raise a fine point. Where is the other half…

Hymer: Half a coin… Treasures… Blast!

Brant: Something wrong, Hymer?

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: Aye, aye, Captain! Our course is set! Ready the sails, and let the wind carry us!

Go look for Bella at Margherita Restaurant

Brant: There she is. It's rare to see her drinking alone… Let's go talk to her.

Talk to Bella

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: 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!

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.

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!

Look for suspicious people in the crowd

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: Wait?!

Before he can react, you dash forward and pin him down.

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.)

Bella: Um, well, er, Margherita, Constantine, and…

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, he 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...)

Margherita: Heh heh! Just acting, aye? Well, that's a good laugh!

Margherita: At least he likes our liquor enough to make a scene out of it!

Margherita: Hmm… now that you mention it, there's a regular who takes a right odd stroll around the place before sitting down.

Margherita: Sorry, can't say I have. But I have a regular who's got a habit of taking 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?

Brant: Thank you! Thank you!

Margherita: That was a wonderful performance!

Brant: To be honest, I came dangerously close to it…

Margherita: Take care not to overindulge again. We don't offer home delivery for humans, I assure you.

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: 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: Looks like we'll be burning the midnight oil. Once we arrive, we'd better keep an eye out for those plushies.

Head to Egla Town

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: Ha, as the saying goes, "At sea, abide by the waves; on land, respect the earth."

Brant: This is a plushieEchoes 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: And I'm Lottie Lost.

Brant: Because a troupe can only have one Cuddle Wuddle.

Brant: Alright, let's go give Aldric a surprise he won't forget!

Defeat the pirate's Echoes

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!

Brant: Don't worry, Captain. I've got a feeling our paths will cross again soon enough.

Brant: Indeed, and we reclaimed this half-coin. And next time we're in Ragunna, we'll return it to Bella.

Brant: I've got a feeling we'll cross paths with Aldric again soon enough.

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: 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: Ha, that's exactly what I was thinking.

Brant: Pirates? No big deal. We'll deal with them like we always do.

Brant: Off we go! I'll lead the way.

Head to the Passenger Port

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.

Investigate further

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.

Defeat the enemies

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.

Search on the island

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: 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!

Board the Gondola

Brant: I can't wait to see what surprises the second isle has in store.

Head to the second isle on your Gondola

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.

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!

Go ashore

Approach Aldric

Cocky Pirate: Yeah! You two.

Cocky Pirate: Nonsense! My eyes tell me you're not just passing by.

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!

Defeat the pirates' Echoes

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.

Brant: You think so too, huh? Throwing in random plot twists like this will only confuse the audience.

Brant: Aha, so this is my hidden identity!

Brant: I'm just as curious as you are. With any luck, it'll be a catchy one for my next performance on stage.

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!

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.

Board the Gondola

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?

Go ashore

Talk to Aldric

Rover: It's Aldric. Right there, just as we thought.

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: Deal. Hand over the key.

Aldric: Come on, we don't have all day! Make a decision, or none of us will get the treasure!

Rover: Deal. Hand over the key.

Brant: Alright, we accept. 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: 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.

Brant: There's an opening over there. Let's check it out.

Find another way

Brant: Hah! I knew there'd be a way forward.

Rover: Let's keep moving.

Continue exploring

Rover: Is that a picture?

Brant: It's badly eroded. Let's take a closer look.

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.

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: Hmm… so you're saying we may need to trade something precious, like our heart, for the treasure?

Brant: Could be. In stories like these, there's always a catch. Treasure hoarders love setting traps for any would-be thieves.

Brant: No worries. We might find more clues ahead to piece it together.

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: 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: 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: That's all I needed to hear. Let's head for the treasure!

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.

Go deeper inside

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 monsterChop Chop… 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: 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: 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: 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!

Defeat the monsters

Aldric: The gold… My gold…

Aldric: Treasure… My grand cause… No…

Rover: We managed to slip away.

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.

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: 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: 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: Hahaha! I had faith in you, my friend, and the spirit of adventure.

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.

Talk to Brant

Brant: Time really does fly.

Brant: Paperwork? Why wasn't I warned about this?

Brant: Haha, jokes aside, you can count on me for that!

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: That depends on when the next adventure calls! You know that I'll be ready to join you, just say the word.

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!