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So, I was sailing along one day - completely full of myself: the prototypical 10 foot tall / bulletproof perception (huge chip on my shoulder). This is the result of having gone AGES since being sunk. The ship is open to the public, so I have a full compliment of gunners blazing away at a Behemoth - which is closing in on the port side of my War Galleon.
Apparently I hadn't been paying enough attention to the forums, as I was completely unaware that Behemoth's had recently been upgraded to include explosive shot.
So, here I am giving out pointers to the assembled masses that make up my crew like a hybrid of Admiral Nelson at Trafalgar and Socrates. Completely infallible.
Then, in total disbelief, I see one tiny shot strike my impervious craft and I have the slightest smidgeon of red hull indicator left. Indignantly, I remain engaged, absolutely sure that my sheer awesomeness will keep us afloat and victorious.
The double helping of humility I was served in Jail was mighty tasty.
Not to mention the 'mea culpa' I had to extend to the crew.
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