Hey! Hey! You up?
Whew. Thought for a second there you were a goner. Kaput. Zero health.
But you’re alive! That’s a start.

Shut up back there!

Ornery type, isn’t he? I bet he wouldn’t be so angry if we weren’t tied up.
Of course, it might’ve also helped if he grew up in a stable, two parent household, but we can’t know that for sure.
My name’s Silver, by the way, pleased to meetcha.

Not much of a talker, huh. That’s okay. I have the opposite problem, so it works out! Like a mime and an invisible trumpet.

All right, you three! Get up! We’ve reached the island.

walk out on deck, see island

What the fuck…

You wanted to go to Province Bay, didn’t ya? Well go on then! 

But shouldn’t we dock closer to the beach?

Hahaha, the moron thinks we ought to get in closer. Maybe risk the mines and the turrets and the godforsaken Guard!
Well sure! We can do that! And would you like a life preserver as well?

Well, if you don’t mind…

Of course! Right this way sir.

Captain kicks guy off the plank, guards aim guns at the rest

Next!

player put to the plank

Now if any of you other idiots want bitch and moan, be my guest.
But in the end, if you want to get to Province Bay, you’re gonna have to swim.

You really think you can get away this?
I think I just did. Enjoy your stay!

Fuck you.
Not today sweetheart.
Not today buddy.

Great. Thanks for nothing.
You’re welcome. Enjoy your stay!

Stay silent
Enjoy your stay!

kicks player off

swim to shore, Tanker faction members are on the beach waiting, including a Ghoul and Jones, his 2nd in command

Good job, fish bait! The last time One-Eyed Ben sent us some new recruits, two of them drowned and one of ’em became lurk food.
In fact, Jonesy here bet me 2 to 1 than the lot of you wouldn’t make it.

Guess I owe you 100 caps.

You sure as hell do.
Now I know what you’re all thinking. Another call on the radio promising fortune and glory, and it ends up being just another trap. Well, good news, boys and girls! You’re wrong.
The treasure of Province Bay? That shit’s as real as Jonesy’s bloody gums.
What we’re giving you is a chance to find it. 

But first, you’re gonna have to prove you have a place in our crew. You! You wanna stay alive?

Of course, I’d do anything!

Good. I want you to take this gun, and shoot the man next to you.

W-what?

Go on. Shoot him.

B-but I’m just a scavver. I’ve never killed so much as a bloatfly. 

Jesus Christ.

ghoul shoots him

You people do realize that this is a job interview, don’t you? The goal of which is to impress the potential employer, not piss him off!

(to player) He’s coming this way. Just sit tight, let me do the talking.

What about you? You have a problem killing too?

(saying what he thinks the ghoul wants to hear, he doesn’t actually love killing)
No sir, Mr. Ghoul sir, I like killing. Love it, in fact.
But there is one teensy little problem.

Oh? And what’s that?

Well, if you want me to shoot people, you’re gonna have to give me a gun that isn’t filled with blanks.

Heh. Not bad, bait. What’s your name?

John.

Okay, John. What were you back in the Commonwealth? Raider? Scavver?

A cook.

Hahaha! A cook! Well congratulations, you’re a pirate now. 

Wait! What about my friend here? If you let me go, you should do the same for her.

(alternate) If you let me go, you should do the same for him.

Why, what does he do?

(alternate) Why, what does she do?

She’s a mechanic. Boats, plumbing, the works. And seeing how much is in disrepair here, you could really use one.

(alternate) He’s a mechanic.

Hmm…doesn’t look like much. But fine. Go to the tanker and report to the quartermaster. You put in the work, and Jack will make sure you get paid.

(to men) All right, show’s over! Everyone back to the tanker!