The feeling of that first storm at sea, during night, in a fog, with a sea serpent somewhere off the port side and no harpoon, being pushed up against a rocky lee shore by the wind, and with everyone running the length of the ship with bows while yelling at you in discord to "get to land before we lose everything!" Excellent pucker-factor, totally 11/10.

I kinda wish the land was a little father apart, so I could tack properly.