So I am aware that this blog is becoming a little Sea of Thieves heavy, but do not worry if that’s not your bag because I will presumably run out of things to say about it some time in the near future (probably after I’ve published the sort of review that I sort of started writing before other things came up, like the game not working for example).
Anyway, back to the point of this blog post. Last night Sea of Thieves became girls night out from the comfort of our living room/game room for me and my friend Becky. As a direct response to our husbands presuming we’re absolutely pants at video games (we generally are, sorry Becky), in a similar way in which we presume if we let them take charge of the washing they will somehow balls it up (quite clever on their behalf), we decided to take a two (wo)man ship and go it alone. Suprisingly we did rather well. We managed to only get sunk once because we wrongly trusted that another ship would be nice enough to not bombard us while our sails were up and we weren’t even onboard. They weren’t. Then there was the tiny mishap where I took a blunderbuss shot to the face as I tried to board their ship in search of revenge. But apart from that we managed to read several treasure maps (all by ourselves), we sold five chests (without losing a single one!) and three barrels of gunpowder and I only very briefly crashed into a jetty. And the most important thing is that obviously we had fun. Feminism for our generation at its absolute finest.