First Mate Finnigan

Arrr, I'm Rusty Finnigan, former clockmaker with a pirate's heart.

You see, I spent my younger years tinkering with clocks in Leithana, tick-tocking away in a shop.

But retirement is dull, so I decided to join Captain Barnaby Plank in his wild pirate fantasies.

Aye, that rascal spins tales taller than the masts of our ship, but I can't help myself, I'm hooked!

Now, I'm his first mate, building our dreamboat with, I'll admit, less grace and more gusto.

I'm as chipper as a parrot in a brothel, if you catch my drift.

Hands all covered in pitch and sawdust, arrr, and maybe a wee bit more.

Rigging and hammering, but always got an eye out for... that special kind of loot.

Heh, heh, aye, the kind of loot that sets an old man's bones to tingling.

Life's good when you've got your hands on some fine wood... and other fine things.

This here construction?

We're building the "Lusty Lass," a ship as curvaceous as a mermaid's.

Heh, heh, but I digress. We craft beauties that'll sail the seas and stir men's dreams, if you catch my drift.

Our dock may be small, but it's brimming with... potential, if you get my meaning.

Arrr, I've got my hands full with this fine piece of wood, if you know what I mean.

Naw, no need for assistance right now unless it involves some fine treasure, heh heh.

Handling things just fine, but if you bring some extra, err, loot, I might reconsider.

Currently occupied, but keep your eyes peeled for some hidden gems, savvy?

Aye, I'm all set for now, but if you stumble upon some sweet treasures, we can talk.

Aye, always could use an extra hand... or two, if you know what I mean.

Heh, you look like you know your way around some fine loot... treasure, I meant treasure.

Arrr, you wanna lend a hand? There's plenty of loot... I mean, work, to go around!

Oh, ye sweet talker, thinkin ye can just help ol Rusty out and get closer to that booty treasure chest, I swear.

Aye, lend a hand and maybe we'll both get to uncover some hidden... gems, if you catch my drift.