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Whale blubber and red, mucus-y carcass fall from the sky. It creates grand fizzy waves that assault the pedalo, jostling you around and throwing you to the floor. The cold interior of the ride is musky and sticky, but you can’t get to your feet under the assault of whale organs crashing from above. All you can hear is the explosions of waves and detonations of plastic liquid. It trenches the pedalo, and it kicks and screams against the motion of the water. Pentel becomes a radio static blip, occasionally appearing from behind the chaos of the ocean. The waves threaten to overpower the miniscule boat and capsize the vestibule completely. You’ve got to do something.
>Attempt to steer the pedalo ride through the chaos.
>Attempt to swim the rest of the way to shore.
