IsleEnture 3 - Beyond Philipdome

>Use the sword to give those sharks knighthood. They are your noble knights now, send them forth to do your bidding.



You beckon the sharks over to you in a series of esoteric gestures and wiggling, thankfully you learned the art of SHARK DIPLOMANCY from your misadventure in the UNDERSEA KINGDOM OF AQUAFANTIS during your adventures to escape the wrath of PIRATE QUEEN SEKRET.
You make sure to take stay upon your tiny SAND SHRINE, mostly because it'll make it more official, but also because the tiny islet is more stable than trying to knight people while treading water.

>Next



You dub the one on the left SIR SHARKEY GEORGE, knight-commander of SEA COVENTRY and protector of the realm, and the one on the right you dub SIR DAGR SEASTRIDER, Anime-Prince of AUSTIN, a title Philip here is certain carries no implications to anyone across any hypothetical plane of reality, real or otherwise.

Now go knights, patrol these waters in the interest of your new master KING PHILIP, is that what we're calling ourselves now eh? Maybe hold your horses there, Phil, I know you've got the heart of a Princess but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

>OH WHATS THAT SHINY THING!?



Shiny thing where!?!?

Is it over here? By these posts??

Goddamn it Phillip why aren't you more on top of these things, we all missed something fantastical I'm sure... ah well let's get ourselves overly beaten up about it, que sera, sera and all that jazz.

>climb a tree



You climb a local palm tree like a spazmatic sloth hopped up on way too many stimulants and needing to desperately let out its energy because you know its a sloth, it's not used to being this AMPED.

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As Phillip is wont-to-do whenever he climbs up a suitably tall surface, he takes the time to do some sightseeing.
Well see, on this side theres not much to see, sure there's some additional islands, but alas Phil here can't make heads, tails, or bulges of whether they're really far away or super close and small, being as in spite of his many accomplishments and boons from royalty of various distinctions he has not solved his most daunting problem.
Depth Perception.

>Next



And on this side- Oh sweet nanna's tricky ghost, what on earth is that!

It appears to be some sort of SQUID MONSTER, or maybe an OCTOPUS DEMON, it could be either or, and frankly neither option is especially uplifting. Philip can do nothing but gradually perspire rounds of ammo, being as his aforementioned perennial lack of depth perception continues to prevent him from reasonably range-finding that beast.

One thing is for certain THE SUN certainly seems more than a little put off, by the ol beastie.