| Samuel | Ah, a new face! | |
| Samuel | What do you want - rum, or something stronger? | |
| Me | I want to talk to you about Francis. | |
| Samuel | Just don't mention that wannabe Captain! | |
| Samuel | He sits on his fat ass all day, acting important. | |
| Samuel | We'd all like to know what the hell the Captain was thinking when he put HIM in command here! | |
| Samuel | What do you want from that prig? | |
| Me | I must get into Greg's hut. | |
| Samuel | (slyly) Really? To do what? | |
| Me | I need a bandit's armor. | |
| Samuel | (laughs) Francis will NEVER agree to let you into the hut so you can nab a few of Greg's things. | |
| Samuel | Unless ... | |
| Me | Yes? | |
| Samuel | ... you've got something he really wants. | |
| Samuel | I know that Francis has hidden something in an abandoned mine in the canyon. | |
| Samuel | Once, when we were on guard duty together and he dozed off as always, he went on about it in his sleep. | |
| Samuel | I've no clue what he buried there, but maybe it's so important to him that he'll let you into the hut to get it back ... | |
| Samuel | (happily) When the Captain comes back and finds some of his things missing, he'll have Francis' hide for it. | |
| Me | I've got a recipe for you! | |
| Samuel | Great, let me see. What kind of recipe? | |
| Me | It's from Snaf. | |
| Samuel | But that sounds terrible - I must try it at once! | |
| Me | Be careful - that's absolutely deadly stuff! | |
| Samuel | You're scaring me. But I'll give it a try anyway. | |
| Me | I've come to get my ration of grog. | |
| Samuel | You guys don't do anything without your grog, huh? Right, here you go. | |
| Samuel | I hope it's drinkable. I ran out of fresh water. But a little brackish water never killed anyone, right? | |
| Samuel | You can have as much grog as you like! | |
| Samuel | I sell it cheap, but I'm not giving it away! Get yourself some gold first, boy. | |
| Me | Give me rum! | |
| Samuel | Ah! This is mother's milk to a sailor! Here! | |
| Samuel | The rum might just taste a bit fishy. All we've got here is old herring barrels. But rum is rum. To your health! | |
| Samuel | Here you are. | |
| Samuel | You haven't got enough gold, lad! What about some grog? | |
| Me | I want something stronger! | |
| Samuel | Ah, a seeker! I'm always after new recipes myself. | |
| Samuel | Decent booze should be clear and strong, and burn down your throat like liquid fire. | |
| Samuel | You don't find that very often. But I'm talking too much. You want a drink! | |
| Samuel | Here! My own recipe! How do you like it? I call it 'Hasty Herring'. | |
| Me | Impressive! | |
| Samuel | (laughs) You can say that again! | |
| Samuel | You wouldn't happen to know a good recipe for booze yourself? If you do, you must tell me. | |
| Samuel | Want another? | |
| Samuel | Name your poison. | |
| Samuel | No gold, no drink! | |
| Me | Give me some of your Hasty Herring. | |
| Samuel | Rather vile muck, but effective! | |
| Me | I want Lou's Hammer! | |
| Samuel | Great stuff! Put it down the hatch! | |
| Me | (casually) Give me a double. A double Hammer. | |
| Samuel | Don't do anything you might regret, kid. I hope you don't want this for yourself. | |
| Samuel | (wildly) Yes! Nothing like it to restore your spirits! | |
| Me | What else have you got? | |
| Samuel | I can get you anything a pirate needs in order to survive. | |
| Me | What's new in the camp? | |
| Samuel | Francis got what was coming to him! I can't begin to tell you how that pleases me. | |
| Samuel | You're all right. Come on, let's have a drink - it's on me! | |
| Samuel | And Greg is finally back. He lost the ship, but at least he'll restore order to the camp. | |
| Samuel | Nothing much has been happening here since Greg left. Morgan and most of his boys are just hanging around and boozing all day. | |
| Samuel | The only one who does anything at all is Henry. He and his boys are building the palisade. | |
| Samuel | It's high time for Cap'n Greg to come back and give that Francis a good swift kick in the ass! | |