My friend wanted to try to find a ship to mess with before he had to go for the day, so when we spotted an anchored galleon we knew we had to try to take it. Aboard was one treasure chest and one brigged passenger along for the ride. We didn't care much for the actual treasure, but more the glory
(or infamy).
Nice ship. Not our ship.
This little sloop we left behind was. Now with a slick new ride we had a new and fairly close goal set as my friend had a hard out: Plunder Outpost.
That (presumed) nonsense with the brig mentioned above happened and my buddy was dispatched.
Night quickly fell and I could see Plunder Outpost in the distance. I had to alternate between steering the ship and fending off the attackers of my new whip between their respawn times. We must have gone in circles outside of Plunder Outpost a dozen times, not really getting anywhere.
I was out of bullets and bananas at this point and they decided the best way to get rid of me (took them long enough) was to drop anchor. So I grabbed the chest and jumped overboard, determined to swim my way to the outpost from open water.
Even still I was chased through the ocean by one of their crew. They really wanted this ~200g chest. I tried to reason with the man. Parley? No. Finders keepers? No. Good thing the sharks fancied him more than myself as I got away rather quickly.
And then the sea turned black.
This was my first encounter with the Kraken and being immersed in it's ink while trying flee for the last fifteen minutes from pirates and sharks... I was freaking out.
I kept swimming and felt my luck slowly running out every time I had to fend off a shark with my cutlass.
But Plunder Outpost was now within reach.
I didn't mention what I think is a minor case of thalassophobia I've suffered from since I was a teenager. Constantly having to check underwater for sharks and not seeing any floor below me was making me completely nauseous IRL. But as long as I stayed underwater and looked forward it didn't bother me much.
I could then see the pilings of the dock underwater. I was so close. And then I got reckless and a shark bit me on the ass and I died. Because that's usually how these stories end. Sorry!
I think I'll remember this specific experience for a long time to come, though.