Jorgen | Hey, you! | |
Jorgen | I see you belong to the magicians' monastery. | |
Me | Yes, why? | |
Jorgen | Can you use another worker there? | |
Jorgen | Hey you, ever been to the monastery? | |
Me | Maybe, why? | |
Jorgen | Are they still taking on people? | |
Jorgen | I wouldn't know where else to turn. | |
Me | Have you seen a novice walk past? | |
Jorgen | Yeah, sure, he went thataway. | |
Jorgen | He jumped into the water off the bridge and swam like a shark was after him. | |
Me | If you're headed for the monastery, you should talk to Milten. He'll surely be able to help you. | |
Jorgen | What do you think, would they let me in there at all? | |
Me | Perhaps. But the way you look, I can hardly imagine you in a novice's robe. | |
Jorgen | Enough of that nonsense - novice's robe indeed. It's the grub I'm after, or I'll be forced to eat the bark off the trees next. | |
Me | Where do you come from? | |
Jorgen | I used to be captain of a big whaler, my boy. The sea is my home. | |
Jorgen | My ship, the good old Magdalena, was sunk by pirates a few months ago, and now I'm stranded here. | |
Jorgen | All I ever wanted was to go back to sea, but since I've come here, not one schooner has called at this accursed port. | |
Jorgen | The only ship which is anchored in Khorinis is that blasted war galley of the King, and they don't take on anyone. | |
Jorgen | So what else can I do? There's no work for me in town. I've tried everything. | |
Me | You had better get off the road. | |
Jorgen | Don't worry. I've already noticed that the wilderness out here has become damned dangerous in the last couple of days. | |
Me | How's life in the monastery? | |
Jorgen | I'm going out of my mind here! | |
Jorgen | But anyway, thanks for the hint. Milten was indeed able to help me get a place here. | |
Jorgen | I feel really stupid among those ever-nagging do-gooders. | |
Jorgen | Well. What's a body to do? Before I starve in town, I'd rather do what the novices tell me to. | |
Me | You'll be all right, I think. | |
Jorgen | Just imagine - I'm expected to weed their garden. If this carries on much longer, I'll go bonkers. | |
Jorgen | What I need is some good old planks beneath my feet. | |
Me | Maybe I could offer you a job as a captain. | |
Jorgen | You're not having me on, mate? If what you say is really true, I'm definitely in on it. | |
Jorgen | Errh... there's only a minor problem. I ate those novices out of half their larder. | |
Jorgen | They're hopping mad, those fellows. I don't think that head magician will let me leave here just like that. | |
Jorgen | First, I have to work off my debt with Pyrokar. I'm sorry. | |
Me | I took care of your bill. You're free. | |
Jorgen | Really? How did you manage that? | |
Me | You don't want to know. | |
Jorgen | Oh well. Not that I really care. Thanks a million, again. | |
Jorgen | Now what about your offer? Can I still sign on with you? | |
Jorgen | Great. And now we're out of here! | |
Me | Be my captain. | |
Jorgen | I feel honored, but do you even have a ship and a crew? | |
Jorgen | I should say, we'll need five men at least. | |
Me | Good. I'll see what I can do. Wait for me at the harbor. | |
Jorgen | Aye, aye, sir. | |
Me | Are you ready to take me over to the island? | |
Jorgen | But certainly. Give me that chart. | |
Jorgen | Great. Then hoist the sails, and we're out of here. | |
Jorgen | You had better check your gear first. Once we're at sea, there will be no way back. | |
Jorgen | When you've done that, you should get some sleep. There's a bed made up for you in the captain's quarters. Good night. | |
Jorgen | You need a ship, a crew of at least five men, and a nautical chart which I can use to navigate. | |
Jorgen | We're not going to set sail until I see you've got everything you need. | |
Me | How are you? | |
Jorgen | Fine. This is not a bad place. | |
Jorgen | They still give me idiotic assignments, such as herding sheep, but they're not half as narrow-minded here as they were at the monastery. | |
Jorgen | I'll have to find another place to stay. Let's see where the winds shall blow me next. | |