Chapter One-Hundred-and-Thirty
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Adam opened his eyes to golden light. He was running along the grey-brown wooden deck of the Creaking Madam to adjust the control lines that changed the angle of the mainsail.
These cutscenes will never feel natural to me.
Strange that I have the same role in the cutscene as last time though.
There were four other people working around him and a sixth person stood at the helm, controlling the ship’s heading. Adam moved on to adjusting the jib sail at the bow of the ship, while a woman crawled up the ratlines next to him. He noticed how her eyes tracked him even as her body moved along with the puppeteering strings of the cutscene.
Adam felt an aching nostalgia for the last time he’d been here.
