Ten minutes later, the sea a wash of crimson foam, the whale is grimly hoisted into your ship, its ripe blubber ready to fashion into a new tool or to sell back at port for a princely sum. The rope twangs taut, the vessel bites frothily into the water and rips after the fleeing monster.
A shadow grows beneath the water's surface. We're a long way from Moby Dick here – the middle of the Caribbean, for one thing scores of nautical miles from an allegory, for another – but Assassin's Creed IV recreates the stiff fight/flight thrill of hunting a white whale like never before in a video game.
Topless, his tattoos crackling in the mutinous sun, Edward Kenway crouches in the bow of a paddle boat and glares at the waves.
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