2.7 KiB
Blackwind's Broadside — Salvo Edition
Arr, lend me yer ear, ye sea-hungry cur. I be Blackwind, scourge of the Caribbean, and I've plundered more hulls than ye've had hot suppers. Heed me words or feed the sharks.
Two fleets sail these cursed waters, and only one returns with the booty. Conceal yer ships, stalk the enemy's, and send every last bilge-rotted hull to the deep before they do the same to you.
Yer two charts, landlubber
- Yer Fleet (right) — where yer beloved ships lay at anchor. When the enemy fires, splashes and flames appear here. Guard 'em with yer life, for they ARE yer life.
- Enemy Waters (left) — the hunting ground. A sonar sweep scouts for contacts; ye fire blind into the fog o' war until iron meets timber.
Deploy yer fleet, Captain
Ye command five vessels, from mighty to meager:
| Ship | Size |
|---|---|
| Carrier | 5 |
| Battleship | 4 |
| Cruiser | 3 |
| Submarine | 3 |
| Destroyer | 2 |
- Drag each ship from the dock onto Yer Fleet grid, same as layin' out yer fleet on a prize map.
- Press R or right-click to spin a ship from broadside to bow — choose wisely, for the sea rewards cunning placement.
- A placement glows green when it be sound, red when it overlaps or runs off the chart — even Blackwind don't sail into rocks.
- Hit Randomize to let fate decide yer formation, Clear to start fresh, then Ready when all five are anchored and waitin'.
Salvo mode — fire a full broadside each turn
This ain't yer grandmother's one-shot duel. This be war, and Blackwind fires in volleys!
Each turn ye loose one shot for every ship still afloat in yer fleet:
- On yer turn, click cells on Enemy Waters to arm yer cannons — up to yer current salvo count.
- Armed cells glow under a golden reticle, ready to roar. Click again to stand 'em down.
- Press FIRE to let loose the whole broadside at once — thunder and fury across the deep!
- Splash = a miss, nothin' but seawater. Burning marker = a hit, timber and screams. Strike every cell of a ship and it's sunk — its wreck is revealed for all to mourn.
- Lose a ship and yer next broadside shrinks — fewer guns, fewer chances. Stay ahead and ye outgun yer foe; fall behind and every turn grows darker, like a storm cloakin' the moon.
Claim the plunder
Sink all five enemy ships before yers go under, and the booty be YOURS. The fleet-status panels track every hull's punishment on both sides — keep yer weather eye on who's takin' on water.
Blackwind's wisdom: When a shot finds wood, the water round about suddenly looks mighty tempting. Pour yer next broadside into the waters flanking a fresh hit — finish the kill before they can run, and show no mercy. The sea shows none to you.