So there I am, on my sloop soloing it up.
I've managed to collect enough cannon balls to sink a million ships, have enough planks to survive the apocalypse, enough bananas to offer a snack to King Kong, a couple of chests, and a couple of chickens because who doesn't like fresh eggs?
And then the worst possible thing happens; I have to p**p.
I quickly scan the horizon, and see a couple of sloops off in the distance who aren't paying me any mind... But maybe they simple haven't spotted me yet.
The ocean is pretty clear, but what if I leave and hit a rock? can't leave it on autopilot... maybe the Kraken will get me.
I consider hiding out in open ocean, near the edge, still kind of risky. Not bad for grabbing a quick snack, or a drink...but this occasion is gearing up to take more than a couple minutes...It may even take long enough for my xbox controller to turn off.
As I'm trying to weigh my options, the situations is become more dire... My f***s are smelling horrible, and those tacos I ate earlier are no longer satisfied being captive. The thought a pulling Cartman crosses my mind briefly, but I have no buckets.
Seeing no other option, I anchor on the far side of an island, out of site, drop sail, and aim myself for a quick getaway.
Then I rush out, and drop sail for the second time.
After completing the taco delivery, I return to the game (after washing my hands, of course).
I an now hanging out with the ferryman.
I can only imagine the horrors my chickens had to witness, and Mr. Kong's bananas are now a horrible, soggy mess.
If only I had the option to visit the p**p-desk in peace, I could be having fried chicken with a giant gorilla.
...Instead, I'm having tacos again.
