Everything is relative to perception, and your perception is limited.
The Ginger Ninja
So, while we waited for Cap'n Bolcer to make it across the pond; Pat, Kevin, and I explored the New World, Arkham Museum looking for the Elder Sign. Or, as it was quickly dubbed, "Cthulhu Yahtzee", much to my chagrin. After looking like victory was going to come easily and with little mess, the game quickly got away from us, and the Great Old One, Yig, awoke and devoured us. After consulting the ancient tome (i.e. the rule book); new, brave investigators filled in and handily beat the Ancient One. So handily, in fact, that a 2nd read of the rules and some perusings of difficulty variants may be in order. Might need to try that one again....
Update: Yeah, we should have lost when Yig awoke, as we would have been devoured, and not able to take new characters. Oops.
Thumping the Ancient one so easily must have opened up some sort of portal, because we were whisked away to the age of pirates. After a not-insignificant amount of book lernin', we embarked on 4-5 hr long careers (I think it's time to talk promotion) as Merchants & Marauders.
Captain Felipe de la Rosa (That's me!), of Havana, quietly amassed much money and glory criss-crossing the western Caribbean with fellow Merchant, Kevin's girlie Dutch captain.....and little Felipe had such grand aspirations to become a swash-buckling Pirate, too!!
Felipe and Dutchie watched with much amusement as Pat's English Chinaman (Not the proper nomenclature, I know Walter) and John's other Dutch Girlie Pirate fought an epic sea battle, resulting in the demise of Pat's captain, and the capture of his ship by John. Huzzah!!
Those handy naval ships, along with some foul weather, kept those scurvy pirates, John and Pat, at bay for a good chunk of their careers, while Felipe quietly eeked out his living and amassed enough stash and cash on board to make a quick dash for his home port of Havana, needing just one more glory point, not from stash.
Pat, (who's new captain made a remarkable recovery) the ever-opportunistic sea dog, seized the opportunity to head poor, innocent Felipe off and attack. Felipe, having previously gained the favor of the Dutch navy (How I came about this favor, I will not say..Yarrr..Yarrr....Yarrr........Yarrr (face-palm)), called a Dutch Man-o-War to fight in his stead; quickly fending off the smelly pirate. Then, stashing his last gold, Felipe de la Rosa sealed victory with a successful Merchant ship raid, finally living out his life-long dream of pirating after a lifetime of Merchanting. Rumor has it that Felipe then went on to own a string of very successful nightclubs in Havana, and lived a long, if not very fruitful life.