The captain, being led away in leg irons, turns to you with sullen peremptory eyes.
Boarding the galleon, you …
❝ Our galleon carries success, a treasure chest of gold. Alas I give this last request, so do as you are told.
The Royal Navy slung a rope, dragging my ship in tow. Do not let them keep her in dock. Escape this curs’d foe.
Break loose the bond upon the bow. Set sail for pirate realm. They will give me to Davy Jones, but you I give the helm. ❞
Main deck of the Ocean Raider
[?if visitedMain ?] You've been to the main deck before. The barrel looks familiar.[?else?] Arg, here be ropes, sails, and other riggings. A sturdy rope ladder extends up the main mast. Beside the ladder is a pickle barrel made of oak staves and iron hoops. [?do visitedMain = true; ?][?if.?][?if hatted ?] Someone has placed a petunia on the barrel. [?else?] Upon the barrel rests the captain’s tricorn. [?if.?] A parrot on the stern gallery squawks incessantly.
You pick up the hat. Pinned up on the sides and back, it has three corners. Into this classic pirate’s tricorn is etched "Captain". My, it fits surprisingly well.
Lower deck: brig, bosun’s quarters, and galley.
A sailor snores softly inside the dingy brig. Starboard, a solid door secures the bosun’s quarters. Entrance to the galley aft is blocked by a burly cook.
[?if hatted ?] The sailor sits up on the prison cot and stares at your tricorn. "Please sir, stop the squawk," he slurs. "That parrot sounds powerful hungry". [?else?] The sailor stirs and sniffs the air. "Fetch me some food, swabby" he grumbles. [?if.?]
Finding the name of a beverage, it makes sense to go where beverages are found: in the galley. The entrance is blocked by a stout and sturdy cooky studies you with suspicion.
"Password", he grunts. It crosses you mind to improvise a few rude gestures.
[?if hatted ?] "Why, if it weren’t for the tricorn," he mutters, then just stands there in bulky silence. [?else?] [?do clear_links(); ?]
You do so and — thwap! — the cook flicks a finger against your forehead. The lights dim.
[?if hatted ?] "Are you sure you belong to this crew?", the cook asks with a squinting eye. [?do clear_links(); ?]
"Stow-away", shouts the cook and flicks a finger against your forehead. The lights dim.
"Slog of grog", you tell the cook.
The password must be "grog" since that is a beverage. Apparently this is a favourite drink of the captain, who wrote it on the flag for safekeeping. In any case, the cook gives you a mug of spiced wine and, as if an afterthought, offers a handful of pistachio nuts.
You munch on one nicely roasted pistachio and put the rest in a pocket.
Search for something to open the pickle barrel.
After a long moment, realization dawns that the pickle barrel is probably not relevant to saving the ship. Still, the thought of pickles lingers.
Gallery at the ship’s stern.
The captain likes spiced wine, but with pistachios? You pull a face of disgust and hope they are just for guests. On the gallery is a parrot protecting a skeleton key on a lanyard around its neck.
Feed pistachos to the parrot.
The parrot was apparently squawking from hunger. Once fed, it falls asleep, allowing you to remove the gilded skeleton key.
Throw the grog at the parrot.
It is hungry, not thirsty — not that grog is fit for a cockatoo.
Say "Polly want a cracker?"
A cruel taunt: the parrot is squawking from hunger, but you don’t have a cracker.
Messy even by pirate standards. While casting a critical eye over this dishevelment, a shiver of urgency shivers moves you to move on.
Navy officers snatched the captain quickly, leaving the oak door ajar. You slip in and slip the gold covered key into the lock of the chest mentioned by the captain. It does indeed contain treasure.
Take the leather pouch of coins.
You will be wealthy, but imprisoned since the ship is still secured by the Royal Navy.
Take the map to the islands.
If only the ship was free on the sea, you could cruise for spices. Alas, it is not.
Take the machete.
Only cutlery can cut the rope to free the ship. Racing to the main deck, you swing 60 cm of razor sharp steel and sever the tow rope.
Brandish the sword in the sky.
Apparently you weren’t told not to play with such things. They can put out an eye. Not a bad look on a pirate, but a bit difficult for judging distance.
Go looking for that parrot.
Arg, you were this close to having a meaningful existence! But no, the squawking proved just too much and you’ve lost focus.
Proclaim yourself captain.
Inside the cargo hold.[?if visitedCargo ?]
You've been to the cargo hold before. Avoid the stack of cannon balls.[?else?] The cargo hold contains: an anchor being used for ballast, jars of olive oil and barrels of pickled meat, and canon balls precariously stacked into a pyramid. Oh, and one lime.[?do visitedCargo = true; ?][?if.?]
You pick up the ripe citrus fruit (Citrus aurantifolia). It puckers your lips and protects your bones from the scourge of scurvy.[?if hatted ?] So, you take a bite. That sour taste at least means no scourge of scurvy for you. [?else?] Actually, rather over-ripe. You drop it from your inventory. [?if.?]
Take a cannon ball.
The stack shifts. As you hurriedly slide the sphere back in place, somebody slams the hatch door shut. Darkness ensues. You step back, then …
Leap against the hatch door.
In the darkness you stumble over the same stack of cannon balls, this time dislodging an array that at first trips, then concusses.
Crow’s nest.[?if visitedNest ?]
You've been to the crow's cage atop the main mast before. Nothing new to see; move along.[?else?] To look-out for the ship, you climb the riggings to the crow’s nest lookout. Lowering the Jolly Roger to this small platform, you see the name of a beverage scrawled on the flag in what looks to be the captain’s cursive[?do visitedNest = true; ?][?if.?]