I wasn’t a captain. Solo ambushes were my thing. I had a great sense of the angles, distances, and crucially, the timing needed to load the right ammunition and light the fuse when the enemy would suffer most. Point blank sneak attacks with the one-gun raft were my specialty, and how I’d typically get to the battlefield, or plunge to the earth along with an enemy ship and its furious crew.
But one day there was a galleon, and nobody was stepping up. I haven’t played AirBuccaneers since its Alpha state about seven years ago. I imagine it’s very different now. But I remember that one day. That one glorious battle where I took on the duty of steering and organising, and the rando gods blessed me with a crew that understood. With nothing but voice barks, and that rare and special magic of a team of strangers in synch, we became unstoppable.
