Captain Jimila

"Due to your efforts, the Prowler is free to sail once the tide comes in. Those marines did their part as well. I have no reinforcements, but I offer something better. I know who's killing the Dominion soldiers. And I know how to stop it."

What do you mean? "Our lookout watched the Sea Vipers drag a Dominion marine into a cave. Later, he saw your friends remove the marine's body. If we weren't so short-handed I'd have ordered his rescue, but three of my own crew were missing."

What happened to your crew? "Before we understood the danger, I sent my crew to scavenge among the shoals so we might repair the Prowler. We thought they'd disappeared, but one just returned—and she tells a harrowing tale."

What happened to her? "The Sea Vipers happened. Now there's a new storm brewing, and I fear they're the cause of it. Mastengwe recovers below. Hear what she has to say for yourself."

"Suhr and Virkvild returned just after the skies cleared up. They're a bit damp, but otherwise all right. My lookout says I have you to thank."

Yes. I stopped the ritual and freed your crewmen. "Then we'll finish repairs and shove off at high tide. Oh, your marine friends fended off Sea Vipers while you rescued my crew. They're welcome aboard as long as they want. Perhaps we'll see you at Mistral. You'll always have a place on the Prowler."

"The Prowler is headed to Auridon, and we're happy to ferry you there. When you're ready, hop in the launch. We'll set you up with your own bunk."

Why are you heading to Auridon? "Chests full of gold. Owning a sound ship after a hurricane can be quite lucrative, even when the only cargo is Dominion luminaries seeking passage. Don't worry, I won't charge you. Without your help, the Prowler would be a mass of broken timber."

Is your ship ready to sail? "Aye, the Prowler is fully restored and ready for heavy seas. Quartermaster Oblan even managed a few improvements using some Maormer … donations. Have no fear, she'll get you safely to Auridon."

"It's good to see you, friend. You will always have a place aboard the Prowler."

Queen Ayrenn said you could take me to the port of Haven. "The queen? Of course we can do this! We shall set out for Haven at once, if you are ready."

Where is your ship? "Where we left it, I'd hope. But come, join me for a drink! It's good luck to share a glass before a long voyage. Unless you can't handle the stuff. Then you can meet us in Vulkhel Guard."

No thanks. I'll meet you in Vulkhel Guard. [?]

All right. I have time for a drink. "How about a friendly wager? We match each other, glass for glass. Win, and you travel to Haven in the privacy of your own cabin. But if I win, you launder our clothes for the entire voyage. Deal?"

On second thought, I don't have time for a drink. I'll meet you in Vulkhel Guard. [?]

If you buy the drinks, we have a deal. "Ha! Deal. Bottoms up. And speaking of bottoms, my quartermaster prefers a crisp fold in his breeches."

Ready when you are.

"My head feels like a thunderbug crawled inside it. But I did win our contest. Oblan will bring the laundry for you. Every morning."

[Intimidate] That's not true! I won the contest! Don't try to cheat me! [?]

[Persuade] [Lie] What? I clearly remember you making a fool of yourself. [?]

I'll take your word for it. I don't really remember. "Are you ready? And can you stop thinking so loudly?"

I'm ready to leave for Haven. "Yes, yes. We'll cast off as soon as the Prowler stops spinning …."

I have to take care of some things before we leave. "Take as much time as you need. It'll give my stomach time to return from wherever it traveled. Somewhere with a hurricane, no doubt …."

"Haven is under pirate attack! Worse, they climbed in through our portholes and breached the hull. I'll use their blood to swab the decks. Think they'll put more holes in my hull, do they? We had just finished repairs on the last ones!"

What can I do? "We can't shore up the keel with saboteurs around. But we spotted a soldier nearby … looks like Khajiit royal guard and some refugees. We'll keep the pirates off our own backs. Head to that soldier and see if you can help the refugees!"

I'll talk to the soldier.

"There you are! Impressive work back there. The Maormer didn't know what hit them when our forces stormed in—and I've got my ship back!"

And you're ready to set sail? "Of course. The Prowler's been sitting at dock too long. She's ready to pounce on that bastard Pelidil as soon as we catch him. And catch him soon we will—you have the captain's word on it!"

"The troops can handle reclaiming the sanctuary, but we can only really end this if we cut off the head. Vicereeve Pelidil is getting further away from us every moment we delay."

I'm ready to go after the Vicereeve. "Good. The sooner we're underway, the sooner we can catch Pelidil. Raise anchor!"

Let's set sail!

"You made it! I was beginning to have my doubts, but I trust that the vicereeve will no longer be a threat?"

Yes. Pelidil is dead. "Then this is cause for celebration! Let us return to the shore and share the good news with Major Cirenwe. Are you ready to return?"

Yes. Let's sail back.

"By Jone and Jode, I wasn't sure we'd make it out of that one, but you never cease to impress. Things are always exciting when you're around, it seems."

Are you coming ashore? "No. I will stay aboard the Prowler. I miss her greatly when we are apart, so I will celebrate our victory here on deck with my crew … and several bottles of Moon-Sugar Double Rum. You go on. Savor this victory. You certainly earned it."

"Well, what have we here? You certainly don't look like one of those Red Sails extortionists that have been bleeding my dry."

The Red Sails have been shaking you down? "I can abide fees at an honest port, but Anvil presents a non-stop barrage of whatever the Governor's lackeys feel like enforcing! Uneven gangplank fees, loose mooring taxes, barnacle inspection! Hmm. You're not from around here, are you?"

No, I'm not from Anvil. "Care to help me turn the tide on these crooks then? I happen to know that their swindler of a Dock Master doesn't trust his gold to Anvil's banks. If you help me pay the fool out of his own pocket, you can keep the lion's share of the bounty."

I'm game. What's your plan? "I don't know precisely where Qamar hides his gold, but I do know the lazy oaf uses a few trusted lackeys to deliver deposits when he can't be bothered. They often dice on the docks. If you're convincing, I'm sure they'll reveal the location to you."

What will you be doing while I'm locating the dock master's stash? "I'm going to be your distraction. I'm expecting the dock master to make his rounds soon, and he's not going to be happy that I haven't paid my fees yet."

Why come to Anvil, if it's so much trouble? "It was supposed to be a simple run. Pick up silks and spices on the way and turn a tidy profit. But the Governor and her minions are more greedy than a caravan full of High Elf nobles. She'll never learn, even when the docks are empty."

Who is this Governor you keep mentioning? "Fortunata ap Dugal, Anvil's "provincial governor," but she's still the same old Red Sails Pirate Queen to anyone who really knows her. Half the Gold Coast struggles under her thumb. Fool's Gold Coast, if you want to be more accurate."

How did you find out about Dock Master Qamar's stash? "Qamar's a braggart and he drinks like a Nord. That's a combination for folly if ever there was one. He gave away his secret while trying to drink me under the table. I remember the exchange, he does not. Too bad for him, yes?"

"My friend, you've arrived at a bad time. I'm playing host to the king of skeevers and he hasn't the sense to know that he's outstayed his welcome."

I just wanted to see how negotiations were going. <Slip Her Qamar's Stash> "Ha! Negotiations? Call it what it is! Ransom! Extortion! It would save us so much time if they just dropped the pretenses and robbed me! Good work. Let me pay this fool and get rid of him."

I'll leave you to your business then.

"I almost bit my tongue trying not to laugh! Qamar doesn't so much strut as slosh about like a half-filled waterskin. He's completely oblivious to the misfortune that just visited him. It's too much!"

Wasn't it a bit risky to threaten him like that? "It was expected of me. Being too quick to accept defeat may have aroused his suspicion. He seemed convinced, so he may not notice the theft for some time, let alone suspect us as the culprits."

I'll take my share now. "Here. That's most of what's left after I paid off that walking canker. Thanks to you, I might break even on this voyage. Enjoy your time in Anvil, friend. I hope to never see these despicable docks again."

"It'll be good to have the wind in my fur and sea air in my nose again. I can't wait to set sail and put Anvil behind me."

"It'll be good to have the wind in my fur and sea air in my nose again. I can't wait to set sail and put Anvil behind me."

How's the life of a privateer in Queen Ayrenn's navy? "Profitable and dangerous. I'm happy to continue ferrying troops for the easy gold, but when the Queen commands us to show our claws, we oblige. Many a captain has made the mistake of dismissing the Prowler as a threat, to my benefit."

Have you encountered any Sea Elves since we took down Peledil together? "Ah, the tale of the Prowler and the fierce Maormer sea serpent. It grows with each telling! You might be amused to hear what the crew claims happened that day. It's quite a popular in the port towns."

What are people saying about me? "We were set upon by one hundred Sea Elves, surrounding with no hope of escape. But you defeated them soundly with one bare first while swinging from the rigging. Then you hopped onto the sea serpent and rode it into the side of the Maormer ship!"

That's ... very dramatic. "You think? That's the tamest part! By all accounts, your battle with Peledil rocked the seas and reshaped the coast. They say you turned the sea serpent into a mount! Ah, I'm glad you're still well, my friend."