Aye, this world is certainly stock full of it’s fair share of cutthroat killers and magnificent marauders. But this night, Humperdoo, the mighty god of morons, saw fit to bless us a sail upon a sea of unobservant imbeciles.
Having a scarce crew of 2, the information minister, Trigger and I set out toward Keel haul on the smaller sloop known as the Sea Kitten. Unimpeded, we downed the skeletal horde and her captain with but a few causalities. But the opening of the vault saw immediate reaction with a pair of hostile Galleons rapidly descending upon us. With nar but the Stronghold dual and a Spice box aboard, we made haste to the nearest outpost…Shark Sailed Galleon in pursuit, with White Sailed ship in dock at the fort behind us.
We crash-docked at Sanctuary, and made a rapid sale of the Stronghold goods, but were met on the beach by the Shark Sailed Crew, who ruthlessly dispatched us, but departed with but ONE cannon shot to our vessel’s bow…allowing us to not only fully recover upon resurrection, but also to cash in the Spice Box they failed to observe onboard. Blessed be the Magnanimous Humperdoo!
Assuming the White Sailed Galleon had loaded up the remaining vault, but holding out hope some was left, we set sail back to the Fort. The White sail was in the near vicinity, but sending Trigger to observe the vault showed they had loaded nothing! They quickly turned sail and chased us away, eventually overtaking and destroying our vessel, but gaining nothing but our stored goods.
Upon procurement of a new vessel in the Eastern seas, we determined one last verification of the Fort was necessary. Upon arrival at Keel haul, with nar a vessel in sight, imagine our awe as we found the vault still open and stock full of loot! Humperdoo be praised once more!
It was a long and weary night on the Kitten, but amidst a sea of degenerates and idocricy, well worth the sacrifice with a complete vault haul of nearly $13 grand.