You keep finding yourself on boats, sailing strange waters on weird worlds. This time, you're on an ocean underneath dark purple skies, having fun on your little dinghy. You've even got yourself a light-reflecting sheet, for when the sun comes up and tries to kill you.
Fishing is serious business, which is why you do not partake in it on any level except recreationally. You aren't currently fishing right now, though, you're currently staring at what appears to be a galleon, slowly approaching your own boat.
It's spectacular, with actual black sails, and a wooden frame. Almost as if someone took a museum piece, refurbished it and then went off with it to sail the however many seas Alternia has. What, you're not a geographer, you have no clue.
The galleon gets disturbingly close to your boat, before SOMEHOW stopping right next to it. The a troll with one eye peers over the edge, screams something you cannot hear, then throws you a rope to climb.
That's exactly what you were hoping for the entire time, getting roped into someone's FLARP session.
