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How to reason with a kraken in Sea Of ThievesThe hurdiest of times, the gurdiest of times
The hurdiest of times, the gurdiest of times
Will they complete all twelve labours? What strange people will they meet, on this ocean of kleptomaniacs? Are skeletonseven real?Read on to find out…
THE CREW
THE FEATS
Not knowing what else to do, I consume a handful of live worms.
Dolly Roger:“I have consumed a handful of worms!” Our fearless leader exclaims. “Is anything bad going to happen to me?”
Mariana Hench:At last, I come face to face with the great Humungus. The subject of what is to be my finest work, the centre of an ode that will be sung upon the seas for generations. His is a very large face, attached to a very large body. His biceps ripple as he cranks his hurdy gurdy, quivering with the pent up energy of a man who’s spent too long ashore. I see the hunger in his eyes, the desperate longing for adventure. It’s the look of a man who will take no prisoners, apart from me and the first mate, who are exactly that.
The power of the moment is almost, but not quite, enough to distract from the decapitated worms still dribbling out of his mouth.
Humungus:A strange box keeps appearing in front of my vision, telling me what to do, and I do not care for it at all. Mariana, my biographer, is similarly afflicted. In time, it sours even the joy of the hurdy gurdy, and I order the First Mate to sail us far enough away that it will no longer be able to follow us. I try to look at the map to choose an island for us to sail to, but I cannot look round the awful thing.
I also attempt to punish a bat.
Dolly Roger:I think I’ve actually managed to get through to them now. Captain Humungus has had a run around the ship to inspect it, and we’ve decided on a maiden voyage. He’s demanded to be shown a beautiful sunset (as if the sky from an island will look any different than it does from the deck of this ship, but hey). At any rate, this seems like a good chance to get the pair of these hurdy gurdy obsessives to help me prepare the ship to start sailing. I’m pretty sure the biographer has at least touched a rope before, and the captain stood at the helm for all of about 20 seconds before they both scurried off to play their hurdy gurdies again. In their defence, the sun is setting now and it looks rather lovely, so a small tune to play out the day is far from unwelcome.
Mariana Hench:I wake up to my second day of servitude, and our first full day at sea. The water stretches out around us, acre after acre, suggesting all the freedom we lack. The waves glisten, like the sweat on the captain’s brow as he returns to the ship’s prow, hurdy gurdy in hand.
At least we’re now expert sailors, and will have absolutely no problem weighing anchor next to our first island.
Dolly Roger:Mariana is proving himself a good travelling companion, in the end. On the first island we find, he swims out to with me, and together we take down anAshenKey Master skeleton, which is a moderate deal. Alas, however, the captain has fired himself into the sea, roaring.
When he finally returns, sodden and dour, he refuses to believe we ever met a skeleton. Even though we dump its actual skull at his vast feet.
Mariana HenchNow the captain mentions it, I’m having doubts about the whole skeleton thing too, if I’m honest. Who knows? Whatever we just cut to pieces could easily have been a coconut someone left out in the sun too long.
This fort shows clear evidence of workorcship
Mariana Hench:Drowning, it turns out, does not feel like going home. It’s much more like having your lungs set on fire while your brain disintegrates, until you wake up on a ship from the netherworld that smells like damp prawns.
Humungus:As my biographer and I drown pathetically in the upturned boat, I am despondent. But once I am dead, I appear on a marvellous boat, and my mood picks up spectacularly. Mariana does not care for it much, and returns to the world of the living, but I have a simply marvellous time, hurdy-gurdying and clapping the night away with the other shades as they pass through. I vow to myself that I will resolve to visit this place as often as I can.
Dolly Roger:After convening with my crewmates from beyond the grave to help them figure out how to leave the Ferry of the Damned, they finally return - the captain somewhat reluctantly - and we raise anchor to move on. Bringing aboard the Chest of Sorrows may have been a mistake, it turns out, as it is crying quite a lot and I keep forgetting to check on it. We may or may not have nearly sank at least four times from the volume of tears it has produced.
Mariana Hench:I try to cheer the chest up, but none of my anecdotes about fly-fishing in the hebrides will get through to it. What does a chest have to be upset about, anyway? What existential quandaries might trouble an entity with such explicit purpose, a being that should find fulfillment from being filled with treasure?
I’m interrupted, right in the middle of telling the chest about a particularly riveting tussle I had with a trout off the coast of Baleshare. There’s a sail on the horizon, and the captain has spotted some people he can ask about sharks.
Humungus:I find my blood pumping at the prospect of achieving one of my labours, and so I race out to the end of the bowsprit with my battered tin loudhailer in hand, and attempt to connive some shark facts from the strangers as they flee. Alas, however, after ten minutes of shouted begs as we pursue them across the twilit waves, this is the only response we get:
They will tell us nothing about sharks. Later, we try another boat, but in our enthusiasm to learn, we accidentally ram it amidships at full speed, and they do not take kindly to us. We are slaughtered. Even when I return from death, I make an attempt: finding a stranger climbing into a boat from a burning shipwreck, I climb in politely beside him, and ask if he knows anything about sharks, but he merely mutters “youwhatabout sharks?” and plays his banjo. As I try to withdraw my own instrument to play along, I accidentally draw my gun, and he shoots me in the gut in self-defence. At least I get to visit the glowing boat again.
Dolly Roger:The loot is gone from our being wrecked, but I’m not that hung up about it. If anything I’m glad to be rid of that bloody weeping chest. The island we’re on now is pleasant too, and the captain and biographer are introducing themselves to the local wildlife.
The captain’s asking a snake if it knows anything about sharks. Oh, never mind. He has “punished” it with his flintlock for refusing to comply.
Mariana Hench:I really liked that snake. It danced when I played my hurdy gurdy. I will never forgive the captain for murdering my friend. We had a bond. A connection. Now all the captain has is a piece of snake meat, greasing up his pocket.
These thoughts weigh on me as the seas around us begin to darken. Ah, I think, the ocean itself is resonating with my sadness. Today was one serpent’s last day in the world, and it is as if the whole world has recoiled, the sea curling back in great tentacles of sadness and…
No, wait. That’s a kraken.
Humungus:I was becoming despondent about my chances of achieving any of my labours, but what a perfect opportunity to cross one off! Without a second thought, I leap into the sea - via the cannon - to reason with the kraken.
That is, improbably, when I notice the shark the size of our ship that has also arrived. A megalodon. It has eyes like a cat’s.
Moments ago, I thought it was all over. The voyage was a bust. And now, after holding the captain in its hooked tentacle for a few moments, the kraken… lets us go? I think… I think captain Humungusmight’ve just reasoned with a kraken.
Mariana Hench:If the kraken is enough of a coward to let us go, then it’s coward enough for us to kill it. With the captain still hanging out somewhere at sea with the megalodon, I turn our sails back towards the mass of tentacles. How feebly they wriggle above the water! How fragile those suckers are compared to cannonballs!
How… wrong I am. The kraken murders us and our ship, and we awake, newly resurrected, on a tropical island.
Humungus:I check the island for skeletons. But of course there are none. For they do not exist.
