That no-good Trade Prince Gallywix managed somehow to stow the whole Steamwheedle Sharks footbomb team away on the yacht. I didn't even see any of them!
Now he has them doing his dirty work here at the lumber yard. <name>, you're the <guy/gal> who won the championship for us back home on Kezan. You've got to get rid of them!
Progress
Looks like you might need to tackle one or two more of those sharks.
Completion
I can't say that I was ever much of a footbomb fan, but you're giving me an appreciation for the game!