Swashbucklin'!, Thursday

[doesnotkneel]

Students entering the Danger Shop wouldn't find much of a teacher.

In fact, as soon as the door slammed shut behind them, they were on an island.

With a single palm tree.

And a raft made of some flotsam.

Huh.

[[ wait for the ocd ]]

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Huh.

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Yang Xiao Long

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Look Around

[doesnotkneel]

Well in the distance, you can see the tips of a galleon's sails.

There's also that raft.

And... sand.

And a tree.

Ayup.

What Do You Do Next?

[doesnotkneel]

The galleon is laying still and, upon approach, clearly unusually low in crew: there's just six men aboard. You could conceivably team up and take them down and take their ship.

Or you can sit around on this island.

Or get on that raft and just pedal.

Get to Safety

[doesnotkneel]

Whatever you do, at the end of the line, you'll find the door leading out of the Danger Shop about ten minutes' sailing or half an hour's paddling away. There's a bit of beach front surrounding it.

Ed is sitting on it, legs outstretched, sipping something from a straw portruding from a coconut.

He has no regrets.

OOC

[doesnotkneel]

*collapses* Let me know down here if you need narrative or NPCing. The class will find themselves on the same island with the same raft, so you'll need to decide on a plan together.

Or steal the raft for yourself. Ed'll understand. (And pull you out of the sim in an hour.)