Name Your Price


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 * Spirited away from me, my ship was... one moment I'm sailin' off the coast of Pelegosto, and the next, I'm in this cursed land.
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 * But as it happens... I may have a clue as to the vessel's whereabouts. And I'd be willing to share it, too... for the right price.
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 * There would HAVE to be a price with you, wouldn't there?
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 * Why, Master Turner -- I don't appreciate your tone! How else do you expect a humble buccaneer like me to make a living?
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 * Why, Master Turner -- I don't appreciate your tone! How else do you expect a humble buccaneer like me to make a living?
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Level 1 "Talk Terms at the Tavern" Level 6
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 * rowspan="2"|Send Barbossa and Will to talk terms at the Tavern.
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 * We're agreed, then. One freshly made cutlass -- smithed by yourself -- in exchange for my aid.
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 * ... AND in exchange for not stabbing me in the back immediately after we find the ship.
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 * sigh* ... Fine. But only because I'm feelin' charitable.
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 * Don't expect I'll make a habit of it, either.
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 * Don't expect I'll make a habit of it, either.
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