Continue trying to cut through the bricks.
[1]Arrr. Ye do naught but dull the edge o' yer blade an' arouse tha attention o' tha guard. He sees he forgot ta relieve ye of yer weapons an' demands tha blade be turned in.
Oddly enough, they never barred the windows, so I just hop up and out!
[2]No. Ye can't use meta-game tactics on all me Roll to Dodges. It be a nice try tho.
Yargh....get the small row boat and make my way to port,but not before plundering the cargo!
[2]Yarr! Yer crew mutinies when they see ye carryin' tha loot to tha rowboat. They grab ye and tie ye upside down ta tha mast.
Salvage what I can from the prototype.
Yarrr! More Zeppelins, I say!
[3]Not much.
[1]They be not interested in funding a madman.
Lord Mason: "Flying ships? I never!"
Moneylender: "Get out of my house! I'm about to have my afternoon tea!"
Derrick Dunne ( a Merchant ): "That would be quite the spectacular device... if you could prove it worked."
Captain McCaine ( a Pirate ): Nae! I dinnae haf time fer yer nonsense!
Realize that we have power boats, and are not reliant on the wind.
Raid the seven seas!
[5]Logic ensues. Ye get the Frenchmen below deck an' they get to pedallin' like they're in tha Toure de France!
[6]Ye raid more than yer ships can carry an' tha weight makes it impossible fer tha Frenchies ta shift yer vessels.
Convince Cap'n Morgan to go into the alcohol business!
Remember what I do for a living!
[3]He takes yer advice but still thrashes ye for burnin' his ship. Morgan starts smugglin' Jamaican rum.
[2]"Ye get nagged at by yer wife fer not finishin' tha chores and comin' home with bruises, makin' her worry an' such. "
>Enter the tavern, find some comely wenches an' convince them to buy drinks for us handsome scoundrels!
[2]Ye get yer arses shown tha door by tha tavernmaster's new guard.
COUNTINUE PILLAGEING
[1]Yer men be tired.
"An' hungry!"
An' hungry.
"An' thirsty!"
An' sober.
"An' lonely!!!"
An' in serious need of some wenches.
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