Sometimes it's sorta like the old fighter pilot describing a mission, "Two hours of sheer boredom followed by two minute of stark terror."

Had that happen this run one thunderstorm, me on a Karve with a Finewood Bow, near sea sick from storm tossing me all over, and a sea serpent decides I'm snack food. I turned towards the nearest land.. at least according to my map notes, ran the sails full, and started shooting flint arrows at the serpent. Thought for sure it was the end (permadeath run).

Couldn't tell half the time whether I was hitting the serpent or my ship. Then I found land, or more like it found me, ran aground in shallows, serpent still on me like white on rice. Karve amazingly did not fall apart on impact, and as the serpent was trying to decide between snacking on the Karve or me, I got two more shots in and killed him.

Between the shallows and the storm I managed to get the scales, no trophy though, and of course the meat. My Karve had like a sliver of health left.

Still can't say that made up for the rest of the miserable eight hours real time trying to find a swamp in way too much nasty weather with a map that won't update what my eyes can plainly see.