First Mate's Log Entry One
Clear skies, favorable winds NSW. Dissension in the ranks today as some of the crew wants to eat the crayons in our cargo hold, insisting that it's okay because they're non-toxic, and the rest of the crew thinks the would-be crayon eaters have taken leave of their sense. The discussion was tabled when a cyclops on a nearby island began hurling rocks at the ship, and we applied our shoulders to the oars.
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Draw a Monster with a Crayon
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The Captain ordered his crew to summon the dreaded crayon-born cannibal, the Cray-Kin. The crew strained to turn the wheel, raising the huge timber up and dropping it with a BOOM, the soundwaves disturbing the fiend's unfathomable slumber. Soon, crayon tentacles were spotted on the horizon.
Enables encounter with Cray-kin
"Land ho!" the lookout shouted from his perch atop the main mast. And lo, an island made of some strange foamy material had arisen from the unknowable depths. The Captain steered the ship aground onto the island, and the foam dissolved as the ship ran aground upon it.
A ragtag group of castaways staggered to the shore, hungry and skeletal, their eyes burning with fever; they begged to join our crew and the Captain did not refuse them.
Lose some bubbles, gain some crew
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Ask Mom for More Bath Toys
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Draw a Bunch of Coconuts with Crayons
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Draw a Big Storm Cloud on the Shower Wall
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Occurs at The Old Man's Bathtime Adventure, on your 5th adventure in the zone.
