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Ah, the sea.

Nature's all-you-can-eat buffet.

Well, try making pancakes out of that.

By Poseidon's PJs!

Who turned the Mighty Windbreaker into a wave pool?

Bad news. Sprog's been using the lifeboat as a litter box.

Might as well go down in style.

Whoa!

I picked a bad day to oil my beard!

This is my worst nightmare.

Don't worry. I'll plug the hole and save you... somehow.

Huh?

Lana, what did I tell you about leaving your toys lying around?

Er, weren't we just in the middle

of the worst disaster of my life?

You mean getting a snerk stuck up my nose?

-Whoa. -Happens every day.

But thanks for your concern.

Gather round.

Admiral Lovejoy has a hankering for calamari.

Which means we're questing for a little Kraken.

Welp. Order up, Captain.

Hmm. Feeling lucky, Kraken?

Er, anyone remember almost being Kraken chow a second ago?

I remember getting enough for Lovejoy and leftovers.

Hear that, Sprog? This dice must be magic.

And only whoever rolls it remembers what happened before.

Basically,

I can use it to make our lives rock and roll!

Ha, ha. Not bad. But something's missing.

Ha, ha. Noice. But kind of boring.

That is why I'm delighted to make my daughter Lana

the captain of the Mighty Windbreaker.

Oh, sweet. Well, let's make this sweeter.

Admiral Lovejoy's tiara.

Boy, if she saw me wearing this, she--

She'd say, "Nice fit.

Glad I made you and Bo co-admirals when I retired."

Oh...

Reporting in, Admirals.

Whoa. Is that us?

We're majestic and huge!

This is just a scale model.

If you approve, I'll sculpt a bigger one

to greet ships in the harbor.

So cool! But it would be even cooler with Sprog.

But I've just sculpted an even bigger one for Sprog,

since she saved Weymouth from those zombie clams, remember?

Aw, good girl. What about my dad?

Er, in Shediac?

Enjoying his retirement with Lovejoy?

I feel like you should know this stuff.

Pff, of course.

I just like hearing it again. So... romantic.

Their love is like a pair of odd socks.

They don't match, but they still warm your tootsies.

Gotta run. My restaurant's getting its fifth star.

Bon appétit!

Oh, life could not get any better.

Urgh... Snerks?

Well, there's one way.

Hmm. Aw, still snerky.

How about yours, Bo?

Boreas?

Huh?

Ha! Another Guild ship belongs to me now,

Lana Longbore.

Bo, why are you being so mean?

A question many have asked of your archnemesis,

the notorious Boreas, a.k.a. No-Bo.

Cool name.

I mean, not cool. Not cool.

We're supposed to be besties.

Impossible.

Because I'm your chief advisor and your bestie.

Come on.

Lana needs a 20 to get my Bo back.

And no snerks in my bento box.

No!

I decline all responsibility

for causing food poisoning with my secret sauce,

which shall remain a secret and delicious.

Arrest her! All art must be in the glory of the Admiral.

And my bestie.

Sprog? Oh, at least you're okay.

No! Zombie clams must have gotten you!

Oh, she left me. Lutetia Lovejoy is all out of love for Andar.

Help me, Lana. I see her face everywhere.

I'll see what I can do.

I just need to roll a 20. How hard can it be?

I can advise you

on all matters, except that.

But I'll tell you who can, after another selfie.

-Oh, come on. -Natural 20, again.

The dragon's breath reduces you all to ashes.

Game over!

Hey, I know that voice. Helmet Hugo!

- Oh, is that my name? Nice. - Says what it does on the tin.

Are you here to play a game of chance?

The Dice of Destiny, forged by ancient Titans to cheat fate.

You remember that and not your own name?

Anyway, speaking of cheating fate,

I need to roll a 20. Badly.

I can teach you to roll anything,

or my name isn't... Er...

Hugo.

Urgh. Five? Again?

This dice is seriously whack.

But maybe the Titans could replace it.

Titans? But the only way to get to them

is by a secret shortcut I know,

which skips the Mist of Mistrust.

Hugo, your memory is a mystery wrapped in a crazy puzzle

and I love it.

To the Mighty Windbreaker.

The Notorious Boreas took your ship. Remember, Admiral?

But you can borrow my Golden Goose, bestie.

You said we'd skip the Mist of Mistrust.

How can I even trust you?

I can't even trust myself right now.

The Island of Titans!

Hello? Anyone home?

Yeesh. You think it'd be easy to spot a Titan.

I'm here for a dice replacement.

Huh? What?

Er, sorry. Let me rephrase that.

Oh, mighty Titans, I, Lana Longbeard,

have crossed oceans wide to seek your wisdom

to save my crew, by exchanging this dice for a new one.

See that, Sister Pantagog? Our long lost dice.

Yes, Gargantamog.

At last we can restart our game over snacks.

Wait, what game?

Also, side question: What's next?

The game where we play with the fate of the Ten Realms.

And schmetzels, now rock hard and stale.

Oh, fish sticks. You know what?

Forget my request. We're just gonna skedaddle.

Stop! Surrender the dice.

Or face your doom by stale schmetzel.

Go! Leave me to my tragic but delicious fate.

No! I'm gonna save the whole crew!

Come on, come on.

Twenty...

now!

Where... where am I?

Bad news.

Sprog's been using the lifeboat as a litter box.

Oh, yeah.

Losing my whole crew in one fell swoop.

This will be the last time we're together,

unless I fix this.

Or we fix this. Everyone, group hug. Now.

Sprog, get the dice!

Greta, Hugo, plug that hole!

Phew.

Lana, what did I tell you about leaving your toys lying around?

I've outgrown this one, Dad.

Beard ho, send it overboard!

Ah, snerk eyes. Unlucky for you, Lana.

Doesn't matter.

We'll all make it if we back each other up.

Oh, yeah. No one remembers but me.

Schmetzels, anyone?

Well, like a wise girl said,

I'm a mystery wrapped in a crazy puzzle.