Online:Adwig Racicot

Adwig Racicot
Location	Skulltooth Coast
Race	Breton	Gender	Male
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Adwig Racicot

Adwig Racicot is a Breton sailor who can be found at Skulltooth Coast.

Related Quests

• The Missing Prowler: Help a Dominion smuggler recover her ship from Maormer pirates.

Quest-Related Events

After starting the quest with Captain Jimila, you'll find Quartermaster Oblan hung by his ankles in a ramshackle camp. When Oblan asks where "that Breton" is, Adwig appears:

Adwig Racicot: "Breton? I'm a Breton. Who are you?"

In order to get Oblan out of his predicament, you'll need to talk to Adwig:

"Another intruder, eh? You come for my nets? My buckets? Speak quickly!
And don't you go telling tales. Me and the lads … we'll know!"

I'm trying to help this Khajiit and his captain find their missing ship.

"They lost their ship? How'd they do that? Not as if it's a set of loose keys or a wayward dog. Doesn't matter. What matters is the food that cat stole from me!
The lads and I might be able to help find this ship, but not before you get me some tack!"

How much food are we talking about?

"A week's worth! Might seem like a day's worth to fat-fingered Tamsfolk like you—but I'm frugal. I make things last!
I'll free the cat if you snatch up some vittles from the shore. I won't risk another run-in with those damned fish-elves!"

All right, I'll find you some food from the shore.

"Glad to see there's still some decency out there in the world! Decency, you know? It's not that hard!
I need shellfish, spices, and leafy greens. For the lads' digestion, see? Find my pack too. I lost it down there running from those damned Elves!"

Where can I find the items you asked for?

"You need me to—? Oh, you're one of those crazy people who gets their food from a merchant. Traders, putting their greedy little fingers all over your fish and potatoes …. It's disgusting! Isn't that right, lads?
I get my food the right way!"

How is that?

"By fishing it out of the surf, of course!
Spices are easy enough to find—look for pouches in wrecked galleys and such. The best greens grow in shady places by the shore. And I left an old crab trap just north of here. In the shallows."

What about this bag of yours? / Where can I find your pack? / Right…. So,where can I find your pack?

"Oh, I lost that scrambling out of the big hulk at the center of the shoals there. You know why? Those gods-forsaken Sea Elves!
Blue-skinned creeps nearly caught me that time. But I'm too quick for them! Too quick and too smart, hear?"

What's in it? (Appears if you choose to convince him to skip out on the food gathering errand)

"Look at the nose on this one, Donel! What's in it? A great pile of none of your business, that's what!
That and a scrub-brush for Watkins. He stinks like last week's skunk fish. You didn't hear that from me, though."

Who are these "lads" you keep talking to?

"Who are these lads? You hear this, Watkins? Like a nearsighted horker, this one!
The lads! My crew! Can you not see them?"

I see some scarecrows.

"Well, sure, they're a mite thin, but there's no reason for calling names! You try scraping it out on this godsforsaken rock for six years!
Oh, they didn't mean it, Donel. Don't get all weepy again."

[Persuade] Oblan won't last up there that long. Just let him down and let's talk about this.

"Fine, fine! I'll gather my own damned tack. Been doing it for years, why stop now?
What I won't do is go trawling for my pack! I lost it in that big wreck down there while running from some Sea Elves. Find my pack, then we'll cut down the cat."

All right, I'll go retrieve your pack.

Once you have returned with Adwig's Pack and optionally the Leafy Greens, Shellfish and Spice Pouch

Adwig Racicot: "There you are! It's about time!"

Speak with Adwig to hand them over:

"The lads were making bets on whether you'd come back or not. I put half a potato on you. Looks like old Adwig's a few potatoes richer! Ha! You hear that, Donel? Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Now, how about it? You find what I asked for?"

Yes, I found everything you asked for.

"That you did, that you did. Thank you.
Your friend Jimila here's got a silver tongue. Talked me into cutting down her quartermaster before he passed out. He still passed out, though. For a bit. It was that boom what woke him up. What was that?"

A couple Sea Elves blew themselves up with kindlepitch, I think.

"Ha ha! You hear that, lads? Fish Elves blasted themselves to bits! To Oblivion with the lot of them, I say! Ha!
Of course, their crewmates might have found some more. Dangerous stuff. That's troubling. Why don't you talk to Jimila. I need to think."

All right, I'll speak with Captain Jimila.

Asking more about Adwig's past:

"Well? What're you still standing here for? I've got, you know … thinking to do.
Ugh. For Eight's sake, Donel, I know! You'll have your supper in a moment! Never satisfied, this lot."

How did you come to be on this island?

"That, my friend, is a story I've not told in a long time. Six years on, the terror is still too close …."

All right. I guess—

"There we were! Rolling high on the swells—Watkins to my left, Donel to my right, and old Captain Davaux at my back, barking orders like a man possessed! I'd never seen a storm like that—not in all my years at sea!"

So you were shipwrecked?

"Aye. A shipwreck like you wouldn't believe.
I had a grip on the wheel, see? All of a sudden a bolt of lightning struck the main mast and split the ship clear in two! Took everything I had to get to shore."

And you were the only survivor?

"What? No! I managed to get a half dozen of us to shore—Donel, Watkins, and the others here. They were a little banged up … Watkins especially. But once I put his arms back on, he was right as rain!"

And you've been stuck here for six years?

"Aye, six and half, I suppose. We stopped keeping count when Donel lost the chalk. Can't trust that one with anything!
We'll get out of here eventually. Just a matter of time."

Jimila might be able to get you off the island.

"Aye, me, perhaps. But not my crew! I can't leave the lads behind.
It's about loyalty, see? Loyalty! Like Jimila has for her quartermaster. You understand."

Are you worried about the Sea Elves finding you up here?

"No, no. On the shore, they set the terms. But up here? I've got snares, pit traps, you name it! Of course I had to build them all myself. I love my crew, but they are lazy lizards.
I'll be honest, I'm not quite sure how you made it here alive."

After helping Jimila with her plan, reunite with the crew:

Captain Jimila: "You know of a way down into the cove, right? One that does not involve us falling to our deaths?"

Adwig Racicot: "Can you believe this cat, Wat—? Oh, right. He's back home. Look, of course I know the way. I'll get you down there pretty as you please!"

Speaking to him before Jimila:

"Woo! you smell like … like kindlepitch! How much are you carrying? Mara's mercy, be careful with that!"

Speak to Jimila about her plan and Adwig will have some thoughts:

"This is a plan! It is definitely a plan!"

You seem nervous. Are you worried it won't work?

"What? No! No, it'll work fine, probably! And boy am I excited to see those dirty Fish Elves go up in smoke! I wish the lads were here to see this.
Ah well, I'll tell them the story soon enough!"

Take care of the flagship and return to shore where Jimila will be standing among several dead sea elves:

Captain Jimila: "Sure, now everyone arrives. After I've already taken out the pirates. Typical."

Quartermaster Oblan: "Did you see that shot? A thing of beauty, that's what it was!"

Adwig Racicot: "Wait till the lads hear about this! Ho ho!"

Captain Jimila: "Yes, yes, we're all very happy. We'll have time to celebrate after we weigh anchor. Unlock the wheel, my friend, and let's get out of here!"

On board the Prowler, he'll just say:

"Ha ha! Look at those scaly rascals run!"

Once you're free from the sea elves' cove, he'll remark:

"Well, that was the most fun I've had in years! I just wish … I wish Donel and Watkins were here to see it."

Finish the quest with Jimila, and she'll offer a post to the seaman:

Captain Jimila: "You were a real help out there, Adwig. I could use a smelly, resourceful Breton on the Prowler."

Adwig Racicot: "Truly? Mara's mercy, it would be good to get off this rock. But … my crew …."

Captain Jimila: "Saying goodbye is never easy. But I am certain that … your crew will understand."

Adwig Racicot: "You're right, Jimila. Donel and Watkins can see to the others. It's time. Time to move on."

Speak to him and he'll say:

"Six years. Six years on this godsforsaken island. And now, I'm sailing with the tide.
It has been a very strange day."

Are you having second thoughts about leaving?

"No! Well, yes. A bit. But, no, it's the right decision. I took care of the lads for a long time. Built them a home, rigged traps, scraped old tack out of waterlogged barrels …. They've got all they need now.
It's time to say goodbye."

How do you feel about joining a new crew?

"Well, I'm sure none of them snivel like Donel or grouse about the weather like Watkins. I love meeting new people! Love it!
I'm only wondering what job Jimila has planned for me. I'm a damn fine coxswain! Or I was, at least."

You think you'll have trouble finding your sea legs again?

"Bah! Once a sailor, always a sailor!
It's like Watkins always says: "What happened to my legs? Where did my legs go? I guess I left them at sea!""