2700k+ hours and my eyes finally grace its shroudedness…

Prequel to the ancient skeleton fumble

Felt cute so why not

My first Box Of Wondrous Secrets!

We fought this sloop for over an hour, they were toxic and just better enough than my crew that it was taking forever to kill them but we were winning slowly

Barnacled dread entered the fight and only targeted us, constantly knocking our BB out of cannon angle, or potential angle, killing our skeles with the ocean crawlers, and eventually it decided the fight was over and made us do a kickflip

Other crew pretended they didn't see it happen and that they won fairly lol

I have a few ideas of what new random world event/sea monsters we could have in this game. Here are my ideas:

1. A sea serpent. Just a giant snake like dragon like monster that swirls around the ship. Think of it like a megalodon mixed with a kraken all at once.

2. A mosasaur. If we can get megalodons, prehistoric beasts aren't off the table.

3. Loch Ness Monster/Plesiosaur. Probably the most famous sea monster ever. Could be a really really rare sighting like the shrouded ghost.

4. Charybdis/Whirlpool with teeth. If you've seen Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, you know this would be sick.

5. UFOs/Bermuda Triangle. Could be pretty cool but that might be a bit out there (no pun intended)

What are your thoughts?

Is there a way for a ship to dive out of the water in custom seas? I'm trying to get a cinematic shot of that happening, I just don't know the best way to go about it. Even if I have to go into adventure mode to get it, that's fine with me. I just think the shot would look really cool. So, what would be the best way to do that?

What follows is an original work of fiction based in the sea of thieves. It is a continuation of the story of DeMarco Singh and his sister Lesedi. I've been working to put this together for the last 2 weeks and after several attempts to post the story in its entirety I will be breaking the story up into 3 distinct parts due to reddit limitations. I will link part 2 at the end of this entry. I hope those of you who find time to read it, enjoy the manifestations of my curiosities.

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Chapter One

The sea had been empty for three days. Lesedi had begun to wonder whether her efforts to find the truth about what happened to her brother were for nothing. “What are we missing, Leopold?” She reached down to pat DeMarco’s weary old companion. Leopold whimpered and rested his head on the ship’s deck. Lesedi rubbed behind his ears. “You were with him, weren’t you? You know what happened.” Leopold lifted his head and stared toward the horizon. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said softly. “I know you can’t speak.” The dog gave a low, mournful whine. “But you remember him. You remember where he went.” Leopold’s ears pricked. Lesedi followed his gaze. “What is it?” He turned toward the bow and barked once. “Leopold, wait.” The dog pulled against his collar, his paws scraping against the deck. “Is it the reef?” Lesedi asked. “Did DeMarco find it?” Leopold barked again, then lowered his nose to the boards and began sniffing. Lesedi crouched beside him. “You smell him?” The dog whined. “Then we’ll find him,” she promised. “I swear it.”

The last few weeks had reduced her brother’s final voyage to a collection of half-truths. A sailor who remembered seeing his ship at dusk. A fisherman who swore he had heard singing beneath the waves. A weathered chart with a route that made no sense. Every answer seemed to create another question, and every question led her farther from anything she could call certainty. But there had been one thing she could not dismiss. A sailor in a nameless tavern had remembered DeMarco asking about a reef. Not an island. Not a shoal marked on any chart. A reef that, according to the sailor, simply wasn’t supposed to be there. So Lesedi had gone looking. She had endured three days of empty sea, sleepless nights, violent currents, and the constant fear that she was chasing a rumor into oblivion. She had searched through fog and storm, fought exhaustion at the helm, and watched every promising shadow dissolve beneath the waves. The reef had cost her blood, sleep, and hope, but she had refused to turn back.

She found it on the fourth morning. At first, it was only a darkness beneath the water. Lesedi stood at the bow, one hand resting against the rail, watching the sea pass beneath her. The water had become strangely clear. Far below, pale shapes drifted through the blue. Coral. She narrowed her eyes. The shapes grew larger. And larger. Then the first tower broke the surface. Lesedi stared. A column of coral rose from the ocean like the petrified trunk of some enormous tree, its branches twisting toward the sky. Another stood beyond it. Then another. There were dozens. They surrounded the ship’s position like the ruins of a drowned forest. Leopold growled beside her. “I see them,” Lesedi whispered. “Easy, old boy.” The dog pressed against her leg, his eyes fixed on the coral. “Slow down.”

The crew eased the ship forward. Lesedi moved to the side of the deck. Something was caught between the towers. At first, she thought it was wreckage. Then she saw the mast. Her breath caught. A ship hung above the water. Not floating. Suspended. Massive coral formations had erupted from the sea floor and wrapped themselves around the hull. One tower passed beneath the keel before branching upward, cradling the vessel in a grotesque embrace. Others had grown around the masts and rigging, pinning the ship in place. It looked as though the sea itself had reached up and seized it. Leopold began barking. “What in the name of the Sea...” Lesedi whispered. She had never seen anything like it. The vessel was too high above the water to have been washed there, yet there it remained, impossibly held aloft by the coral.

“Bring us alongside.” The crew hesitated. “Now.” The ship edged closer. Lesedi studied the trapped vessel. There were no obvious markings on the stern. Whatever name had once been painted there was obscured by coral and salt. The colors had faded beneath years of exposure. Nothing about it told her who had sailed it. And yet something about the sight made her uneasy. The ship hadn't been wrecked. It had been caught. Lesedi climbed. The coral was hard beneath her boots, ridged and sharp, forcing her to use both hands as she made her way toward the trapped vessel. The higher she went, the more of the ship came into view. Leopold followed close behind, claws scraping against the coral. “Careful,” Lesedi warned. “I won't lose you too.” The dog glanced back at her, then continued upward.

There were no cannon holes. No burned timbers. No shattered mast from some final battle. The ship had not been sunk. It had been taken. Lesedi reached the deck. Silence greeted her. She stepped aboard. Leopold jumped after her and immediately began sniffing the boards. Her boots made a hollow sound against the deck. Everything was wrong. The ship looked abandoned in the middle of an ordinary day. A cup sat beside the helm. A coil of rope lay half-finished near the mast. A chair had been knocked onto its side. Nothing appeared old enough to have been here for long. Lesedi moved slowly across the deck. “Search it.” The crew spread out. Leopold continued sniffing.

Lesedi examined the stern again. Still nothing. No name. No emblem she recognized. No indication that this was the ship she'd spent weeks searching for. She exhaled. “Whatever happened here, they didn't leave willingly.” Leopold stopped. His head lifted. He stared toward the cabin. Then he barked. “What is it?” The dog ran toward the doorway. “Leopold!” He disappeared inside. Lesedi followed. The cabin was in disarray. Drawers had been ripped from the desk. Papers covered the floor. Books had been thrown against the walls. Maps were scattered beneath overturned furniture. Leopold sniffed along the doorway, then began pawing at something beneath a fallen chair. Lesedi moved it aside. A coat lay crumpled beneath it.

She froze. The garment was dark, worn, and salt-stained. She knew it. She had seen it countless times. Her brother had worn it on almost every voyage. “No.” Lesedi knelt. Her fingers trembled as she lifted it. The familiar Sea Dog insignia was stitched into the lining. DeMarco. She pressed the coat against her chest. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. Leopold whined beside her. “This is his.” The dog lowered his head. Lesedi looked around the cabin again. The unfamiliar ship suddenly wasn't unfamiliar anymore. It was the last place her brother had ever been. Her eyes moved across the scattered belongings. The maps. The overturned desk. The empty chair. The coat in her hands. “DeMarco...” She swallowed. “What happened to you?”

Leopold nudged her hand. She looked down at him. “You remember.” The dog gave a soft whine. “You were with him.” Leopold turned toward the floorboards. He scratched once. Then again. Lesedi followed his gaze. One of the boards was deeply scratched. Not broken. Scratched. As if something heavy had been dragged across it. She crouched beside him. “What is it?” The dog scratched again. Lesedi pried up the board. Beneath it was a narrow compartment. Inside lay a leather-bound journal. Lesedi knew it immediately. She had seen it in DeMarco's hands a hundred times. She lifted it carefully. The cover was damp. The edges were warped. Several pages had been torn from the back. Leopold sniffed the journal and began to whine. “You smell him?” The dog lowered his head. “Then he left this for us.”

She opened it. The first entries were ordinary. Then they weren't. Heard it again tonight. Lesedi stopped. She turned the page. No one else heard it. Another. It isn't the wind. Another. The song is closer. Her heart began to beat faster. She turned another page. Only three words had been written. I followed it. Lesedi stared at them. Leopold pressed against her knee. “I followed it too,” she whispered. “And now we're here.” Then, from somewhere beneath the ship, came a sound. A voice in the distance. Faint. Singing. Leopold's head snapped up. The melody drifted upward through the hull. The same melody DeMarco had written about. For a moment, she couldn't move.

Then the coral groaned. The entire ship shifted beneath her feet. Leopold barked and stumbled against her leg. “Hold on!” Lesedi rushed to the railing. Below her, the enormous coral towers twisted. Not growing. Not preserving. Moving. The branches tightened around the hull. Understanding came all at once. The reef hadn't found the ship. The reef had caught it. This had been a trap. A Siren trap. And DeMarco had sailed directly into it. Lesedi looked down into the dark water between the coral towers. The singing continued. Leopold growled at the depths. “I hear it,” Lesedi said. “But I don't know what it wants.”

Then, very softly, beneath the melody, she heard a voice. Not DeMarco's. A woman's. And she spoke his name. “DeMarco.” Lesedi's grip tightened around the journal. Leopold barked into the darkness. “Don't answer it,” Lesedi warned him. The dog turned toward her, trembling. “I know,” she whispered. “I'm afraid too.” For the first time since her brother disappeared, she knew one thing with absolute certainty. He had not simply vanished. Something had been waiting for him.

Lesedi's fingers remained on the final page. I followed it. She read the words again. Then again. There was something about them that made her uneasy. Not fear, exactly. It was the feeling that she had arrived at the edge of something much larger than herself. The page beneath it was blank. The pages that followed had been torn away. Lesedi slowly closed the journal. She didn't know where DeMarco had gone. She didn't know what he had found. But she knew one thing. Her brother had not begun this journey alone. And somewhere in those missing pages was a conversation she desperately wished she could hear.

Chapter 2

The Sea Dogs had been quiet that evening. DeMarco stood at the edge of the balcony, watching the sun disappear beyond the horizon. The tavern behind him was still alive with laughter, music, and the occasional drunken argument. Someone had started another card game. Someone else was boasting about a victory in the Arena. DeMarco smiled to himself. For all the trouble in the world, there were still moments like this. Moments when everything felt exactly as it should. Then he heard footsteps behind him. He didn't turn. “You're late,” DeMarco said. Ramsey came to stand beside him. “I wasn't aware I had an appointment.” “You didn't.”

DeMarco glanced at his father. Ramsey wasn't smiling. DeMarco's expression faded. “All right. What's wrong?” Ramsey looked out across the water. “Flameheart.” DeMarco sighed. “Of course.” “He's coming back.” That got his attention. DeMarco turned toward him. “Are you certain?” “I wouldn't have come here if I weren't.” Ramsey rested both hands against the railing. “I've been following the reports for months. The Reapers are searching for something. Not treasure. Not an island. Something older.” “Flameheart's always searching for something.” “This is different.”

DeMarco studied his father's face. “What have you found?” Ramsey was silent for a moment. Then he said, “He's looking for a way into the Sea of the Damned.” DeMarco's brow furrowed. “Why?” “I don't know.” “That doesn't sound like much of a discovery.” Ramsey looked at him. “He doesn't want to visit the dead, DeMarco.” The humor disappeared from DeMarco's face. “He wants to command them.” The words hung between them. DeMarco looked out across the sea. Ramsey continued. “Think about what that means. Every pirate who ever died fighting for Flameheart. Every soul he could reach. Every ship lost to the waves.” He paused. “If he finds a way to bring them back—or even control them from the other side—his army doesn't have an end.” DeMarco's fingers tightened around the railing. “And you think he can actually do it?” “I think he's closer than he has ever been.”

The sounds of the tavern seemed distant now. DeMarco stared at the water. “What are you asking me to do?” “Nothing.” DeMarco looked at him. “Nothing?” “I came here to warn you.” “Why me?” Ramsey hesitated. “Because you're my son.” DeMarco gave him a skeptical look. “That isn't the answer.” “No.” Ramsey turned toward him. “It isn't.” For a moment, father and son simply stared at one another. Then DeMarco heard it. A melody. Faint. Beautiful. It seemed to drift across the water from somewhere far beyond the horizon. His expression changed. Ramsey noticed. “What?” DeMarco didn't answer. The melody continued. He stepped closer to the railing. There was something familiar about it. Something that made his chest ache. Then it stopped.

Ramsey was watching him. “What did you hear?” DeMarco looked at his father. “You didn't hear that?” “Hear what?” “The singing.” Ramsey's face tightened. “What singing?” DeMarco looked back toward the horizon. “It happens sometimes.” “How long?” DeMarco hesitated. “A while.” “And you never told me?” “I didn't know what to tell you.” Ramsey stared at him. “Tell me now.” DeMarco leaned against the railing. “It started months ago. I'd hear it at sea. Always at night. Never for long.” “And nobody else hears it?” “No.” “Does it speak to you?” DeMarco shook his head. “Not words.” Ramsey considered this. “Then what does it sound like?” DeMarco searched for an answer. “Like someone trying to remember something.”

Ramsey's expression changed. DeMarco noticed. “You know what it is.” “No.” “You know something.” “I said no.” “You're lying.” Ramsey looked away. DeMarco's voice softened. “Father.” Ramsey sighed. “I've heard stories.” “About the song?” “About voices beneath the sea. Sirens. Old stories. Nothing I would call reliable.” DeMarco looked toward the water again. “It's real.” “I know.” DeMarco turned. Ramsey met his eyes. “I know it's real.” For the first time that evening, DeMarco felt genuinely unsettled. “Then what aren't you telling me?” Ramsey didn't answer. The silence between them stretched. Finally, he said, “Whatever it is you're hearing, don't follow it.” DeMarco gave him a faint smile. “You know me better than that.” “I do.” Ramsey's voice was almost a whisper. “That's why I'm asking you.” DeMarco looked toward the horizon. Somewhere beyond it, beneath miles of dark water, he could almost hear the melody again. And despite everything his father had said... he wanted to know where it came from.

Chapter Three

DeMarco did not look back at Ruby's Fall. The Howling Wolf gathered speed as the island faded behind them, her sails catching the evening wind. For several minutes, DeMarco stood at the helm without speaking. The crew kept their distance. That was how he had wanted it. They knew little about him. Less about the voyage. They had been given a destination, a generous purse, and instructions to follow his orders. The less they knew, the safer they were. Or so he had told himself. The song was silent. For the first time in weeks, DeMarco almost felt relieved. Then, sometime after midnight, he heard it. One note. Faint. Somewhere beyond the ship. He turned toward the horizon. Nothing. Another note. He looked over the stern. Still nothing. The melody continued. Soft. Patient. Waiting. DeMarco tightened his grip on the wheel. He had stopped asking whether the song was real. The question had become much simpler. Where was it taking him?

The first few days passed uneventfully. They followed the course DeMarco had plotted. Whenever the crew asked where they were going, he gave them only what they needed to know. There was no reason to explain the things he had found. The strange markings on his charts. The stories of sailors hearing voices beneath the water. The places where he had heard the melody. Or the growing certainty that all of them were connected. At night, he wrote. Heard it again tonight. No one else heard it. It is closer. He stared at the last sentence for a long time before closing the journal. He had begun to wonder whether the song had always been there. Perhaps it had simply taken him this long to listen.

On the fifth night, one of the crew approached him. “Captain.” DeMarco looked up. “What?” The man glanced behind him before speaking. “We've been followed.” DeMarco looked toward the horizon. “There.” A ship. Barely visible in the darkness. No lanterns. No identifying colors. Just the silhouette of a vessel sitting far beyond the Howling Wolf's wake. “Have you seen it before?” DeMarco asked. The sailor shook his head. “It keeps its distance.” DeMarco watched it for several moments. Then he turned back toward the wheel. “Keep sailing.” “You don't want to know who it is?” “I already know.” The sailor frowned. “Who?” DeMarco didn't answer. He knew. Or at least he thought he did. Something had been following him since before he left Ruby's Fall. Something that didn't need sails. Something that didn't need wind.

The days passed. The ship behind them disappeared. Then returned. Sometimes DeMarco saw it at dawn. Sometimes at dusk. Once, he saw it directly ahead of them. He changed course. The ship vanished. The crew grew increasingly nervous. They began whispering among themselves. DeMarco let them. He was becoming nervous himself. The song was louder now. It no longer seemed to come from the horizon. It came from the sea. From beneath the hull. Every night, DeMarco would stand alone at the railing and listen. And every night, the melody became clearer. Until finally, he heard words. Not many. Only one. His name. “DeMarco.” He stepped away from the railing.

For the first time, fear entered his heart.

The Howling Wolf entered the Shroud. The world around them disappeared. Fog swallowed the horizon. The sea became strangely calm. There was no wind. Yet the sails remained full. DeMarco looked up. The crew noticed it too. “Captain?” He said nothing. The song had returned. Louder than ever. It seemed to surround the ship. A melody carried through the fog. The men began looking over the rails. One of them crossed himself. Another muttered a prayer. DeMarco stared into the water. Something moved below. A shadow. Then another. He stepped backward. “Stay aboard.” “What is it?” “I don't know.” That was the first time he had admitted it.

The water beneath them began to glow. Pale blue light spread outward from the hull. Then the coral appeared. It rose from the depths. Not slowly. Violently. Great towers burst through the surface on every side of the ship. The crew screamed. DeMarco grabbed the wheel. “Hold on!”

A massive branch erupted beneath the keel. The Howling Wolf lifted. The ship groaned, but did not break. Another tower rose alongside the hull. Then another. Coral wrapped around the masts. Around the rigging. Around the stern. The ship was being lifted out of the water. Not destroyed. Captured. DeMarco stared in horror. “What are you?” A figure surfaced between the coral towers. Then another. Sirens. The crew panicked. Someone drew a sword. Someone else ran for the anchor. DeMarco shouted at them to hold their positions. They didn't listen. Fear had taken over. One man lunged toward DeMarco. “Get us out of here!” “I can't!” The man raised his blade. DeMarco caught his arm. “You'll get us all killed!” Another crewman struck DeMarco from behind. He stumbled.

The mutiny had begun. Not because they hated him. Because they were terrified. They fought one another for control of a ship that was no longer theirs to command. DeMarco tried to reach the wheel. The coral tightened. The deck tilted. He fell against the railing. Below him, the Sirens watched. They weren't attacking. They were waiting. As though this was exactly what they wanted. DeMarco understood. The mutiny wasn't the cause. It was part of the trap. Something had driven them to this point. Something had made them afraid enough to turn against him. And now there was nowhere left to run.

The fighting stopped when the Howling Wolf stopped moving. The ship hung above the sea. Perfectly still. Perfectly intact. The coral had formed a cage around it.

DeMarco slowly pushed himself upright. The crew stared around them in silence. No one spoke. The fog had vanished. Below them was black water. Above them, an empty sky. And all around them, enormous coral towers. Then the singing began. Every Siren sang. The sound passed through the ship. Through the wood. Through the deck. Through DeMarco himself. His eyes closed. The melody was beautiful. And suddenly he understood why it had always seemed familiar. It wasn't calling him toward something. It was calling him home.

DeMarco opened his eyes. A woman stood upon the coral below. She looked up at him. Her expression was almost tender. “DeMarco.” He knew then that she had been waiting for him. He reached for his sword. The coral moved. It wrapped around his legs. He struck at it. Another branch seized his arm. He struggled. The crew watched helplessly. The coral pulled him toward the railing. DeMarco looked at them. “Don't let it take you.” One of them began to cry. Another dropped his weapon. The coral tightened. DeMarco disappeared over the side. His last sight of the Howling Wolf was of its deck hanging motionless above the waves. His last sound was the song. Then the water closed over him.

The Howling Wolf remained where it had been taken. The Sirens had no reason to destroy it. It was part of the trap. A monument to the disappearance of the Sea Dog. Weeks later, the vessel would still be there. Suspended above the water. Untouched. Waiting. But DeMarco would not be aboard it. His remains would eventually be found elsewhere. His bones would lie upon Sea Dog's Rest, arranged in a manner that would make the world believe he had been murdered. His possessions would be scattered around him. His journal would be found hidden in the floorboards of his quarters. But his jacket would remain aboard the ship. The journal, would hold the real evidence. The truth of what he had discovered. The truth of why he had gone searching. And the beginning of a mystery that Lesedi would spend the months to come trying to solve.

Link to part two

https://www.reddit.com/r/Seaofthieves/s/xfeM7yspQO

For context, I’m trained as an actor and I’d like to build a career in storytelling.

Not long ago, I discovered the channel of SoT YouTuber Spiffy, who narrates his SoT sessions in a pretty relaxing way while also sometimes teaching you something about the game (I’m certainly no expert, so I’ve learned some things from him).
However, he doesn’t appear to have uploaded in 9 months or so.
I’m curious if folks here typically watch SoT YouTubers to learn something about the game, or if you would enjoy narrated gameplay treated as the life story of the player character?

Could be a bit of fun, right?

Does anyone like getting into ship battles? 😂 lastnight my fiancé and I kept taking turns sinking and getting sunk by the same two sloots and it actually taught me a lot! It's a blast! I remember getting frustrated when first getting sunk as a newbie. lol

I was doing hourglass and met a player who used the sword and eye of reach. They were basically a tdmer so I did my best to guard the ladders, blunderbuss, blunderbombs, all the fuss. But everytime I would use them, the player would still get on my ship and I have no idea how. As soon as the player got into standing up animation I would shot them or throw a blunderbomb at their feet, but instead of being sent backwards, they seemed to have some sort of quick dash animation and they would instantly get behind me (I usually stand by the anchor to break line of sight while being boarded). There wasn't much to do once they were on my ship, I killed them once but ofc they came back, and no matter what I did, no amount of knockback effects would seem to affect them while they were climbing. Would you happen to know how they did that and what I could do to counter it?

So as the title says, how is this possible?? My son has to get on the school bus early so I get up with him and we both game before he has to go to school.

I was being chased and dropped a black keg and immediately dropped a lit one. The timing was perfect! Both detonated at the front of the enemy sloop. It obviously pushed their ship back, but to my surprise, they stayed on my tail. No broken mast, barely any fire. Hell, barely even slowed down.

To my knowledge I thought it was nearly impossible to survive one of these regardless of ship class. Am I missing something??

EDIT: the ship did go mostly in the air

Me and my ship mate were sailing around the Roar for a few hours last night and noticed a ship kept jumping between the two eternal guard vault islands for almost 2 hours. We eventually sold and went over and offered an alliance that they accepted. About 15 minutes later they started selling and it was all eternal guard loot. They literally sold for what seemed like 30 minutes. We went from about 460k to 4.5 million. How is it possible to get 8 million gold like that? We're they cheating?

to get 5 million in gold you'd need roughly 30 keys. how is thar possible?

I've already REMOVED my xbl token. Now I can't sign in because all I get is a white window where I should have seen the "Lets go" button.

After around 200 hours in this game, I finally get the dance. I finally get what I’ve been missing about sail management, task priority, and PvEing everything. (Note: This is coming from a mainly solo sloop player, but I think it can apply to larger crews).

After leveling up my Hunter’s call to 20, I wanted to do some Megladon hunting. They always have been a problem for me, since I just can’t seem to keep an angle on them. So, I stacked up on planks and cannonballs, and went out to hunt. Needless to say, after 5 megs and 2 krakens later, I finally get it.

I won’t say I’m any good in a ship PvP fight, but as a solo sloop player, it just clicks now. I have a better understanding of how much punshiment my ship can take before I need to bucket, or when I have time to fill holes up. I’ve gotten used to the sound cues, the constant eye on the horizon for players and skeleton ships.

And I’ve been watching guides and using custom seas to practice and practice and practice. I don’t know if anyone thought of using custom seas this way, but just grabbing a ship, supplies, and enemies on a giant sandbox is a great way to learn the game and the dance.

However, it took me 200 hours to figure this all out, and countless, countless, mistakes. I used to find this game so frustrating because I just couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong. And that’s what this post is really geared towards. I understand no one is gonna be a pro on day one, but the game itself and Rare need to be better about teaching the players how to play their game. Not just general mechanics, but how to apply those mechanics when you 10 other things going on: there’s a player ship coming toward you, a meg is on you, and your stuck in a storm. What do you do?

I don’t think rare needs a whole revamped tutorial system, I think these systems are already in the game, just waiting to be used in an unintended way:
Hourglass and Custom Seas.
Hourglass allows you to understand how to fight another ship (more so than just ship PvP), how to
adjust sails, stay on target, and prioritize your shots. Basically, how to fight when another ship is trying to kill you.

And custom seas allows you to pick and chose your battles, with no penalty for failure. It allows you to break down the mechanics of the game, and slowly add them together. I’ve been practicing fighting the Barnacled Dread and Redmaw for a while, and I was able to kill the former on my first crack at it.

Overall, I think for someone who still is overwhelmed by all the things this game can throw at you, using these tools can help you become a better player, and hopefully learn the dance.

TL:DR, Sea of Thieves is a complex game with simple parts, but fails to teach new players how to combine the simple parts under pressure. The solution is using Custom Seas to learn various aspects of PvE and using Hourglass to learn PvP/PvE mechanics.

After trying to raid an ashen garrison to start my session and dying to swabbies (twice) I was gonna end it there and call it quits, but out of curiosity I decided to see where I woke up. It was on flintlock peninsula but for some random reason all the sand textures were missing! Same with the collision on most of the the textures, with it even having some floating platforms of random checkerboard!

Title, minecraft has the crouch, Im just wondering if theres anything for this game or if its just free for all. The constant pvp takes some of the fun out of it.

What’s up mateys, fairly new player here. I was going over some of the old plunder passes and saw the beachcomber set from season 7, couldn’t get any info if it had made a return anywhere yet (as I heard some sets make it back and some specifically do not).

I hate when live service games don’t have a fast rotation of a few items from years past. Especially since all the PS5 players, myself included, barely got here.