We left our intrepid Lone Wolf Cub dithering in the cabin of his ship's captain while a fire raged in the hold, pondering whether to search the cabin or follow the leader upstairs. By almost a two-to-one margin, we have apparently decided our adventurer is the Straight Arrow type. Thus, up to the deck we go:
Ah yes, the old "cause a massive wall of funk to appear and then off you go!" school of villainy. Also known as adolescent high school male behavior.
Regardless, I dutifully picked a random number, coming up with a six, sending us hither:
Our deadline causes a restless night of sleep, apparently, but we have cause to wake up in a heap of hurry the next morning:
Hey, at least the fire's out! Luckily we did not pick a "0" or we'd have been crushed by the falling mast and thus have been out of an adventure. I crap you negatory. That's the harsh reality of life as a Lone Wolf, friends, one wrong pick and you're the nail to the author's hammer. Instead we got another six, which has some unfortunate consequences of its own.
Yoicks! We lose END and our chainmail, that's a rough day. So our decision is, do we try and flag down a passing vessel, or do we take our chances Tom Hanks style and strike out for the shore on our own? Either way, we could run into things that want to eat us, whether it be hungry sailors or peckish Giaks. Which'll it be, fellow explorers?
Do you ever get the feeling that no matter what we do, we end up getting jerked around?
@Dan: Yes.
Hail the fishing boat! What’s the worst that can happen?
*snicker*
Dan (1) what’s wrong with getting jerked a . . . I meen; oh, never mind.
Yah the odds seem a little stacked against us don’t they. It will make our victory that much sweeter!
Let’s go ahead and hail the vessel. Assuming it’s actual fishermen aboard, they’ll probably be impressed by a battle-hardened warrior, spear in hand. And if not, well, one has to assume they fish for something. Maybe barracuda or shark. So staying in the water might not be any safer.
Whatever. I’m lazy, and don’t want to Lone Wolfie paddle it to shore.
I say we hail the boat before we lose anymore of our gear trying not to drown. (What kind of mystic warrior-monk can’t swim with chainmail on?)
Yeah, let’s get out of the water before the AquaGiaks show up.
Dan: Not true! You could choose to NOT play this stupid game, and avoid getting jerked around! 😀
All I’m sayin’ is it would be nice to get something for our efforts. Like maybe we get to land and there’s a pie stand. But with our luck, it’s an evil pie, and chokes us as we eat it.
I knew we should have searched the cabin. I’m sure we’d still have our Chainmail Waistcoat if we had. A gentleman is naked without his waistcoat, you know.
Let’s flag down the fisherman and see if he has a waistcoat we can steal.
For all we know the land is a desert island and we’d just have to wait around for the next small fishing boat. I say we go with the boat and hope that whoever is in it is nice and/or weaker than us.
What happened to our animal friendship power? Couldn’t we just gather up some seaturtles and be on our way?