Captain Rob
Dialogue
G’day there, mate! Keen to set sail, or just looking for trouble?
You lost, mate, or just looking for an easier way out?
Need help off this bloody land? I’ve got wind in me sails, mate.
Crikey, did’ya see any mermaids when you came in?
If you’re here for a way off this rock, I hope you brought something shiny.
Sure, my sea legs are barkin' anyway, mate. Let's see if you're a worker.
Why, of course, strap your peg leg on and grab yer hat. We're gettin' into trouble.
I ain't gonna beg, but if you're feelin' feisty, you could lend a hand.
By Mariel's tail, I don't need anything right now. Got me a bottle of rum to see to.
Not to be rude, but you don't quite look cut out for this, mate.
You ever wanna set sail from this hellhole, I'm your bloke.
Just daydreamin' about this mermaid I had the pleasure of once, ages ago. I'll never forget the one that got away. Merial... Mariah... No. Mariel?
Prison Island... the perfect land for scum and villainy. Might be why I haven't left yet.
Feelin' like my luck's about to turn around. Hopefully for the better this time.
Somewhere between Kwalat and some kind of unimaginable Hell.
A place where the dead roam, werewolves howl, and I dream of a better place.
Still breathin', still schemin'. What more could a bloke ask for?
Me? Oh, just another ripper day in paradise... if paradise smelled like seawater and bad decisions.
Could be worse, could be dead. But then again, dead men don't make deals.
Ever heard of the Black Gull? Nah? That's 'cause she's gone. But I'm still here, makin' things happen.
Does a mermaid's tail flutter in the wind? On your bike.
I wasn't meant to be here, you know. One little misunderstanding, and suddenly, I'm a permanent resident. Still, I make do.
Who am I? Just a humble travel agent, the sort who doesn't ask too many questions.
Captain Rob. Smuggler, survivor, entrepreneur of the unofficial variety. You need something moved, hidden, or... misplaced? I'm your bloke.