the Wildsea
Today, I was a world of forests, a sea of green, a missing vessel, and the Bass Pro Shop pyramid glinting on the horizon. The crew has a very put-on underling/sous chef, a giant cactus boi, nasty squidperson brooklyn chef, and teapot construct ghost.
It will take us months to come back here, while our cactus friend just hangs from the bottom of their ship.
It is August and September 2024.1 We set chainsail.
We don't come back to and finish this game until July 2025. Jesus.↩