We Who Are About to Set Sail Salute You

Quest giver: Ayoyo
Location: Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks (X:11.3, Y:13.8)
Quest line: The Rising (2024)
Level: 15

Experience: 1,440
Gil: 401
Previous quest: Rising to the Call
Patch: 7.0

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Ayoyo asks for your continued assistance in seeing her plan for the Rising fireworks realized.

※This quest is available for a limited time only.

— In-game description

Rewards

1 Brushed-up Krile

Unlocks

For Eleven's Sake

Steps

Speak with the wandering minstrel.
Speak with Ayoyo.
Make for the Anchor Yard.
Speak with Ayoyo.
Speak with the wandering minstrel.

Journal

Images

Dialogue

Ayoyo: Right, then. Let's get started, shall we, dearie?

Ayoyo: The plan is, we're goin' to line up an 'ole fleet o' ships across the bay, an' 'ave 'em fire a broadside into the sky!

Ayoyo: But before we go about findin' our fleet, we need to get the plan approved by the organizin' committee, and that means convincin' Commodore Reyner.

Ayoyo: I'll take the lead, but I ain't exactly got the silverest tongue, nor much experience nobblin' with the 'igher-ups. If you two see me strugglin', put in a word, won't ye?

Wandering Minstrel: Of course, milady. Your cause is ours.

Ayoyo: Thank ye, me dears! Together then, to the Coral Tower!

At the Coral Tower

Ayoyo: Commodore Reyner worked 'is way up the ranks, all the way from rock bottom to the tippety top. 'E knows the workin's o' the thalassocracy in an' out, so any flaws in our proposal, an 'e'll see right through 'em...

Wandering Minstrel: Last I had the privilege of meeting with the Commodore was around the time of the Calamity. I had been arrested for conspiracy to incide rebellion. Naturally, it was all a misunderstanding.

Wandering Minstrel: Some other scurrilous soul had been singing songs of sedition. If not for Reyner and his relentless pursuit of the truth, I might still be lingering in the brig. He is a shrewd investigator who will brook no equivocation. Shall we, then?

Meeting with Commodore Reyner

Reyner: Wanting to make the Rising display special I can fathom, but the sheer scale of this proposal is beyond anything I imagined.

Reyner: Ayoyo, need I remind you that the first duty of the Yellowjackets is the keeping of the peace?

Reyner: Filling the bay with ships will not only disturn the daily workings of the harbor, but is sure to foment agitation among the commons. Knowing this, do you still mean to persevere with this outlandish plan?

Ayoyo: I do, Commander.

Ayoyo: Every Lominsan 'eart, every Eorzean 'eart, still beats the scars o' the Calamity. All that loss, that 'ardship, that struggle...it cut deep.

Ayoyo: But the Risin' ain't just about lookin' to the past, it's about lookin' to the future too. An' if it's our duty to watch over folk -- keep 'em on the strait and narrow, like -- I reckon it's our duty to see 'em off on another year's journey, too.

Reyner: ...Well put.

Reyner: I accept that your intentions are pure, but what of the logistics? I trust you have a plan as to who exactly will be providing -- and paying for -- this fleet of yours.

Ayoyo: Yes, Commander. We're goin' to petition the Maelstrom for the flagship, and the rest from, er...the Black Sails.

Wandering Minstrel: O-Of course. One is wont to forget that those buccaneering souls remain bound to serve the Maelstrom in times of necessity. Lady Ayoyo would have us parley with the three great pirate captains and remind them of their civic duty...it seems.

Ayoyo: Aye, that's right. The pirates answered the Admiral's call back when the moon was fallin'. Fought an' died at Cartineau, same as the rest of us.

Ayoyo: When they 'ear about our plan to salute all those who fell, an' all those who didn't, I don't doubt they'll answer the call again.

Reyner: Hm! I wish you all the luck in the world in recruiting those rogues to your cause. You shall need it.

Reyner: Very well, then. Allow me to arrange the parley. Should you succeed in this feat, you may consider all of my remaining doubts answered.

Reyner: I bid you remember that you go to speak with pirates. Lawless marauders all. Pray that you do not say aught to offend them, lest we find ourselves with a mutiny on our hands.

Reyner: I shall have the Maelstrom summon the leaders of the three factions to the Anchor Yard. Pray go there and complete your preparations.

(Optional) Wandering Minstrel: We are to parley with pirates! Truly, life is but a succession of unexpected events.

After meeting with Reyner

Ayoyo: Cheers for stickin' with me, you two. I 'ope I can count on yer support in the next set o' negotiations an' all.

Wandering Minstrel: Of course, my lady. Alas, I fear the captains -- those far-famed scourges of the seas -- will prove rather less biddable partners than Commodore Reyner did.

Wandering Minstrel: While Rhoswen of the Sanguine Sirens may be swayed by emotion, Carvallain of the Kraken's Arms is of a much more mercenary mind. The Executioners, meanwhile, value honor and glory above all else.

Wandering Minstrel: If there is aught that unites them, it is a zealous spirit. Let us argue with passion, that we might inflame theirs.

Ayoyo: If it's passion ye're after, I've got that in bleedin' bucketloads!

Ayoyo: But I might need you two to jump in again, 'case me tongue decides to tie itself in an 'alf 'itch. Just say the first thing that comes into yer 'eads, an' I'll pick up after.

Ayoyo: Come on then, dearies, let's 'ead on over to the Anchor Yard an' get this parley started!

At the Anchor Yard

Ayoyo: Thanks fer comin'. The reason we asked ye here is --

Rhoswen: Aye, the Maelstrom's summons laid it out fer us loud an' clear. Ye want us to 'elp ye with the Risin' fireworks.

Rhoswen: An' the answer's no! When my Sirens fire a broadside, it's to send our enemies to the bottom o' the briny, not to paint pretty pictures in the sky for drylanders to gawp at. We've better things to be doin' with our time.

Carvallain: 'Tis a rare occurrence, to be sure, but I find that my opinion aligns with Rhoswen's. Our time is precious, as I am sure is yours. Let us hasten to draw these discussions to a close.

Carvallain: I shall put it bluntly. I see no profit in this endeavor for myself and my men. So unless there is anything else...?

What will you say?

No profit? How sad that the great Carvallain should lose his nose for coin.
- Carvallain: I did not come here to be insulted. If you know of a method by which the Krakens might stand to gain from this that I do not, then state it, or else hold your tongue. Or better yet, allow me to hold it for you.
You would put the Admiral and the Yellowjackets in your debt.
- Carvallain: A debt of gratitude, perhaps, for providing the men and material for this pageantry entirely at our own expense. I saw no mention of the Krakens being compensated for our efforts in a material sense...or am I mistaken?
Why, it is the perfect opportunity: to forge a deeper bond with Rhoswen.
- Carvallain: If you should require my men and I to shackle ourselves to the Sirens, we should require even greater recompense.

Wandering Minstrel: The sheer scale of the spectacle we propose would no doubt draw all the lords and ladies of the realm to gatherin the city. Personages of high renown, and deep pockets.

Ayoyo: Aye, an' if they saw you lot workin' 'and in 'and with the Maelstrom, it'd do wonders fer yer public image. Folks who normally wouldn't touch a pirate with a bargepole'd be queuein' up to do business with ye!

Carvallain: I do believe you have a point, poorly phrased though it might be. To win legitimate business, one must project the image of a legitimate businessman.

Rhoswen: Sod yer image! An' sod anyone who's too lily-livered to trade with us! They can stick their bargepoles up their backsides! What's in it for the Sirens?

What will you say?

If you won't consider them customers, consider them quarry!
- Rhoswen: Hah! You do realize our days o' pillagin' every ship we see are long gone? Quarry my arse.
Don't you want to bring joy to the masses?
- Rhoswen: Look, I enjoy the fireworks as much as anyone, I just don't see why it's got to be us what puts 'em on. We're pirates, not...vaudy-villains!
Carvallain's in. Don't you want to be...together?
- Rhoswen: Wh-Wh-Wh-
- Rhoswen: Wh-What're ye tryin' to imply? I'd rather cut me arse off with a rusty cutlass than 'ave to spend another minute in that preenin' pissant's company! Me an' my girls are proper pirates!

Ayoyo: The Sanguine Sirens ain't all about the piratin' life, though, are ye? Ye run almshouses for the sick an' injured, an' those with child. Keep 'emselves busy with odd jobs, such as come their way.

Ayoyo: Them's yer 'unters, an' the folk who're drawn to the city to see the grand display, yer quarry.

Rhoswen: Ahhh, I see where yer goin' with this. Get the girls to set up stalls sellin' food an' grog an' the like, an' they'd make a killin' -- providin' they 'ad all the right permits from the Yellowjackets. Ye're a shrewd one, you!

Rhoswen: Maybe I could lend 'em an 'and meself. They do say the best way to a man's heart is through his stoma -- <cough cough cough>

Wandering Minstrel: What of the Executioners? There is no dishonor in linking arms with Admiral Merwyb and the Maelstrom, surely?

Hasthwab: You. Yellowjacket. I want ye to tell me one thing, and tell it true.

Hasthwab: This is Limsa Lominsa -- the greatest port in all the realm. Ye could find this fleet o' yers without our 'elp, yet you've come 'ere beggin' fer it. Why?

Ayoyo: Because...Because I reckon you're the ones who need the Risin' most.

Ayoyo: The Black Sails only came together 'cause o' Carteneau. Ye could've upped anchor and sailed off into the sunset, but no -- ye fought like demons on those cursed flats. Made 'eroes o' yerselves, and martyrs...

Ayoyo: The way I see it, 's only right that those that lost the most, when they stood to gain the least, should be the ones to fire the salute to the departed.

Ayoyo: An' a salute to the departin' , too. The Calamity changed the lives o' you pirates more'n anyone. If anyone should be celebratin' new beginnin's, it's those whose new beginnin's already begun!

Hasthwab: Heh heh...Ha ha ha! So it's all fer our own good, is it?

Hasthwab: I'm 'eadin' back to the Astalicia. Send word when ye've 'ammered out the details o' this display o' yers. We'll see what we can do.

Ayoyo: Aye aye, Cap'n!

Rhoswen: Can't rightly say no to you now, can I? We lost a lot o' good people back in Carteneau. Let's send 'em all off with a bloody great bang!

Carvallain: I will join you, on one condition: that in your reminiscence of trauma past, you do not make a shameful spectacle of yourself. Pray do not force me to restrain you...again.

Rhoswen: I-I never forced ye to do nothin'! Ye'll keep yer 'ands off me if ye want to keep 'em, ye randy bastard!

Carvellain: Quite the fragile flower, isn't she? Well, then, I bid you adieu. My ships will not ready themselves.

(Optional) Wandering Minstrel: My hearty congratulations to both of you. It was my honor to play a supporting part, but it was your passion for the Rising that swayed them.

After the parley

Ayoyo: Aaand...breathe! Gods, I was so nervous I could 'ardly speak! Thanks so much for chippin' in when ye did.

Ayoyo: Could've never've got 'em on our side without ye. Right, then -- time to put the finishin' touches to this plan o' mine! It's goin' to be wonderful, I just know it!

Ayoyo: Oh, an about yer reward -- I've given it to the minstrel. Ye can grab it from 'im. To new beginnin's, <lad/lass>, an' may the Navigator's breath ever fill yer sails!

Wandering Minstrel: You did a great service, my friend, both for Lady Ayoyo and for all those who love the Rising -- myself included. For that, I shall be ever grateful.

Wandering Minstrel: I expect it shall be still some hours before preparations for the grand finale are complete. Mayhap we could wait together?

Waiting for the Fireworks

Wandering Minstrel: While we wait, would you care to hear a verse that has lately come to me? It is a song of celebration -- of encouragement, for all those who sail for unknown shores. Pray, lend me your ears...

Vision begins

???: Greetings, Warrior of Light.

???: This is a world that exists outside your reality. Could it be a dream? A flight of fancy conjured by your weary mind? Perhaps...or perhaps not.

If you have done the Rising before:
- Naoki Yoshida: 'Tis a pleasure to meet you again. As I have in the past, I have beckoned you here that I might express my gratitude.
If this is your first time at the Rising:
- Naoki Yoshida: 'Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintence. My name is Naoki Yoshida, and I have beckoned you here that I might express my gratitude.

Naoki Yoshida: The road we have walked has been long and winding, full of perils and pitfalls, but we have enjoyed every step in your company. We hope that you feel the same about this last, great leap.

Naoki Yoshida: With every adventure we undertake, the longer the legacy we leave behind us. Yet a lengthy history need not mean a foreshortened future. Many adventures yet await.

Naoki Yoshida: We shall continue to chart a course into the great unknown -- one that takes in all the diverse wonders this wide world has to offer -- that your legacy might grow ever greater.

Naoki Yoshida: To be certain, it would be a less trying task to sleepwalk ever onward down the same, well-furrowed path. Yet to venture down paths untrodden, believing in the bright and glorious future that lies beyond them, is by far the more rewarding.

Naoki Yoshida: This is the gift that we wish to deliver unto you: the gift of adventure.

Naoki Yoshida: And we pray, with all our hearts, that you will continue to walk with us.

Naoki Yoshida: We thank you for joining us on this journey, heretofore and hereafter.

Naoki Yoshida: ...Now, the time has come for this vision to end; time for your eyes to open from this waking dream.

Naoki Yoshida: One cannot know what fills the hearts and minds of those who look to the sky this Rising night. Perhaps you and I will see very different images in those explosions of light and color.

Naoki Yoshida: But one thing I know for certain -- that right here, right now, we look to the same sky.

Naoki Yoshida: And though the paths that lay ahead of us may lead in very different directions, sometime, someplace, they shall cross again.

Vision ends

Wandering Minstrel: 'Tis almost time for the display to begin. The consummation not only of our labors, but of the thoughts and prayers of the people of this fair city. A salute for the departed, and for those who set sail into unknown waters.

Wandering Minstrel: Many adventures yet await you, my friend. May the Navigator's breath ever fill your sails.

Wandering Minstrel:

From eastern sea to eastern sky, the sacred sun ascends,
And voices stir: of wind, of waves, of ropes, of sails, of friends,
Who like the golden light of dawn that streams across the sea,
Set sunlit sail for foreign lands, may fortune follow thee.

Wandering Minstrel:

Her journey done, so sinks the sun below the western waves,
And mem'ries stir: of friends of yore, asleep in wat'ry graves.
Let not our voices raised in song disturb your endless sleep,
But join us in our chorus and you dream among the deep.

Wandering Minstrel: An excerpt from an ancient mariners' song. A prayer for the safe return of those who sail o'er the far horizon, and for the peace of those who sleep beleath those same, eternal waves.

Wandering Minstrel: It concludes with a wish: that the voices of those whose spirits are stirred in anticipation of new adventure reach the ears of those whose adventures ended too soon, that they might be united as one. A fitting sentiment for the Rising, methinks.

Wandering Minstrel: And so I offer you my own, heartfelt wish: that even should your adventures carry you beyond the far-flung horizon of this wide world, we should meet once more in a twelvesmonth's time, and look up to the same sky...together

After the end of the quest

Note: Once the quest ends, there is a hotspot labelled "The Anchor Yard". Depending on how far you are in the MSQ and what class questlines you've followed, selecting the hotspot will provide options for conversations with different NPCs.

You hear footsteps approaching. You turn and see...

The proprietor of the Drowning Wench

Baderon: If it ain't me old pal <name>. 'Ere to beg the old bird fer guidance, too, are ye?

Baderon: S'dhodjbi said you 'ad an 'and in this year's fireworks. And not a bad job ye made of 'em, neither.

Baderon: You met S'djodjbi down in Hawker's Alley, aye? I sent 'er to pick up some stock fer the Wench, but d'ye know what she brought me back? Only a bottle o' bleedin' Bacchus! Paid fer it out of 'er own pocket, she did -- to thank me again fer savin' 'er life.

Baderon: Don't know why she's so 'ung up about it. The girl's paid me back an 'undred times over with all 'er 'ard work over the years. Felt a bit bad acceptin' it, like, but, well...a bottle o' Bacchus is a bottle o' Bacchus...

Baderon: Reckon it's you we should be thankin', anyway, fer that marvellous display.

Baderon: All the ships in the 'arbor, the fire in the sky, it brought back a lot of memories. Some good, some bad...but every one of 'em well worth rememberin'.

Baderon: And we ain't done makin' 'em yet! You'll be off on yer next adventure soon enough, I wager? Well, you can't rightly be stridin' out on an empty stomach, now, can ye? Come up to the Wench, and we'll fill yer belly!

The head chef of the Bismarck

If you've advanced in the Culinarian questline
- Lyngsath: Well, well, well. I come to feel Llymlaen's breath on me face, only to find the faithless besom whisperin' in the ear of another! How've ye been keepin', <name>?
If you haven't advanced in the Culinarian questline
- Lyngsath: Well, well, well. I come to feel Llymlaen's breath on me face, only to find the faithless besom whisperin' in the ear of another!
- Lyngsath: 'Old on, you're that adventurer Ayoyo told me about, ain't ye?

Lyngsath: I 'ear we've got you to thank fer the Risin' display. Ayoyo's been singin' yer praises from Fisherman's Bottom to the Coral Tower.

Lyngsath: What? Surprised I know 'er? Limsa's a small place, <gender noun>. 'Ardly a day goes by I don't see a Yellowjacket or several in the Bismarck -- whether it's to sup on the finest food and wine this side o' the sea, or to clap irons on those who've tapped the casks a touch too thirstily.

Lyngsath: S'pose an adventurer like you mightn't've noticed, always comin' an' goin' as ye are, but stick around in the city fer a while an' you'll see -- the 'Jackets ain't just axes fer 'ire, they're true friends o' the common folk.

Lyngsath: Ayoyo was a retainer before the Calamity struck, ye know. 'Er master 'ad a thing fer fireworks. Every time they came back from their wanderin's, they'd load 'er down an an 'undredweight of spouts and spinners they'd picked up from gods know where.

Lyngsath: Day and night you'd see 'er down in the market ward, beamin' that sunny smile of 'ers at every passer-by, tryin' 'er damnedest to flog the stuff.

Lyngsath: Enjoyed the work, I reckon...but then Dalamud fell, and she lost 'er master. Literally lost 'em. The way she tells it, it were as if the Calamity burned an 'ole in 'er memory an' they fell straight through. Couldn't remember their face, nor their name.

Lyngsath: But she never forgot the fireworks. The amount o' gunpowder that went through 'er 'ands over the years, she couldn't 'elp learnin' a bit about makin' things go bang. An apprenticeship with the cannoneers later, and she was a Yellowjacket.

Lyngsath: So when I 'eard they were the ones who'd been put in charge o' the Risin' display, I know she'd be the first to volunteer. The Risin', the fireworks, they mean a lot to 'er...an' as a friend, they mean a lot to me. So thank you.

The Admiral herself

Merlwyb: <name>. This is a coincidence.

Merlwyb: Reyner was just telling me of the role you played in putting the display together. I'm sure all those who gathered in my city to witness it were as moved as I.

Merlwyb: A salute to all those who set sail for new adventures. It shall surely resound in their hearts, and give them strength and courage in the year to come.

Merlwyb: And a salute to the fallen too, was it not? Many and more lost their lives on the fields of Carteneau -- the men and women of the Black Sails chief among them. I thank you for giving those who survived them this chance to put their grief to more productive ends.

Merlwyb: I thank you for giving the celebrations an unmistakable touch of salt, too. This year's Rising was not merely in Limsa Lominsa, but of her. I look forward to seeing how future host cities follow our example.

Merlwyb: But for now, let us focus on the present. I'm sure I have kept you from your business for far too long already, and I must return to mine. I must offer my prayer to Llymlaen and be on my way.

Merlwyb: Fare you well, <name>. I wish you safe voyages for the year to come. May the Navigator's breath ever fill your sails.

The acting captain of the Bloody Executioners

Sicard: If it isn't my old mate <name>! I heard you had a hand in the fireworks, but I thought you'd be long gone by now.

Sicard: I'm glad you stuck around, though. Gives me a chance to thank you.

Sicard: For getting the Executioners involved, like. Can't say you didn't run us ragged, gettin' the whole fleet loaded up with a ten-tonze of firesand an' ready to sail at a moment's notice...

Sicard: But it was well worth it in the end! Aye, there's nothin' a pirate enjoys more than a bit of the old pyrotechnics. The perfect send-off for shipmates past and present.

Sicard: Even got me in the guts, so it did. Most Risin's I spend at the bottom of a flagon, thinkin' of those we lost and saltin' my grog...but this salute's only gone an' put the wind in my sails! I'm uppin' anchor tomorrow in search of an island sanctuary of me own! Somewhere to bury me booty!

Sicard: Wish me luck, <name>, and may Llymlaen's breath ever blow at your back!

An explorer and his baby opo-opo

Deryk: I knew it was you. I could tell from your bearing.

Deryk: Forgive me. It gladdens me that our paths should cross again, of course...and yet I find myself somewhat...lost for words...

Deryk: Are you...well? What brings you here?

Deryk: ...Is that so? I should have known it. It is very much like you to help others fulfill their dreams. To bring life and light to the world.

Deryk: I always liked festivals, as did all my brethren. Though the celebrations have taken divers forms over the years, all brought smiles to the faces of our children--and in turn, us.

Deryk: Though it was our custom--nay, our duty--to watch over you from the phantom realm, one among us was so drawn to the music and the merrymaking that he adopted a mortal form, that he might join you in your revelry.

Deryk: In every festival is imbued the hopes and dreams of mortal man. You implore the gods to listen to your pleas, and they hear you. They still do.

Deryk: Till next our paths should cross.

Baby Opo-opo: Ook-ook-ook!