44 Vol 1. pt. 44 Patch 8.0: How to Train Your Crew (2/2)
So, even if this man is an NPC, he's just as real as anybody else is. There is a real AI controlling his speech, thoughts, movements – this man may be an NPC, but he's still real. He has his own goals, dreams, desires, life, memories, and more.
”Tell me about yourself before we get into me asking you a bunch of boring questions, Morven. I want to hear about your life,” Fenrir says.
Cassiel and Serra get back to fishing while Fenrir, Rock, and Morven sit at the stern of The Shoebill.
”So you have a wife, kids, a brother, and all of that?” Fenrir asks.
”Aye! Ain't it normal for a man to have a family?” Morven asks back.
”Yeah, of course it is. I just… so you don't remember growing up, but you remember having all of your family?”
”Aye. That's how most of those like me are. All crewmembers of The Yellow Minnow are the same. We've each got our own families and lives, but none o' us remember anythin' before arriving in this city. I can tell ya what, though. We may not have many memories, but we still love and feel as much as any o' you adventurers. We can also fish just as good as ya!”
”I don't doubt it. Anyways, about the tournament.”
”Ask away!”
”Alright. How many rounds are there, and what are they like? Are they all the same?”
”Assumin' it's going to be the same as the last one a few months ago, there'll be three rounds. The first round is a free for all to see who can catch the most fish in a limited amount o' time, and to see who survives.”
”What do you mean by who survives?”
”Look around ya! This is a city o' pirates. They may be tight on the rules on land, but on open waters, anythin' goes. The less ships that make it back to the pier when the first round is over, the less competition there is.”
”Isn't that way too dangerous for you and your crew then? What if something happens?” Fenrir may not know what happens to NPCs when they die, like whether they respawn or not, but he figures they don't get all the same advantages as players do.
”It ain't a problem for us! I know it might sound like an unfair advantage, but the folk here know our ship and flag. They won't be attackin' us. Can't say the same for anybody else, though.”
”Makes sense. Alright, what about the other rounds?”
”The second round is a race! All competin' crews start at the same spot with their vessels, and they have to race out to an island off the coast, loop around to the back of it, catch a fish that only lives on the far side o' the island, and then come back!”
”And the third round?”
”The final round. This is the main show. It'll be narrowed down to three crews by this point, and they'll be in for a fierce competition. They have to worry about defending against each other while huntin' down a baby serpent. Whoever brings the serpent back is the one who wins.”
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”A baby serpent?”
”Aye. Imagine a giant eel several times the size of your ship here with a mouth that can tear a man in half! I reckon it'd even be able to tear your hound here in two if it got ahold of it.”
Rock whimpers, cuddling up against Fenrir's leg.
”How are we supposed to catch something like that? I doubt a regular fishing rod would work,” Fenrir asks.
”That's up to each crew to figure out. Some use giant hooks, others use magic, and I've even seen baited cages used before! It's all up to the individual crews to figure out,” Morven explains.
”Alright, that's all helpful. Thanks for answering my questions.”
”Don't worry about it, Captain Fenrir. We may be pirates down here, but we look out for one another,” Morven extends his hand for a parting shake.
Fenrir gladly accepts.
”I've got to get back to my ship now. Gotta make sure those slackers are properly practicin'!” Morven explains, heading back to the gangplank.
”We'll see you at the tournament, Morven,” Fenrir says.
”Lookin' forward to it! Just don't be too upset if we show ya adventurers that the rest of us have got a place in this world as well.”