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Crabby’s crew found six coins worth €23, put the shovels away, and then made the same pile of doubloons reproduce three times without finding another piece of treasure.
The actual hunt had finished.
Six coins.
Twenty-three euros.
No seventh coin ever arrived.
The pirates eventually had €184.
This required a very specific understanding of treasure.
I was on €1.00.
Six reels hung across the tropical cove.
Pirates stared out between J, Q, K and A.
A treasure chest sat to the left.
Above everything ran a Treasure Trail covered in Compasses and increasingly ambitious Wilds.
The first Coin Scatter arrived alone.
No Coin Pouch.
The chest swallowed it.
Then the chest got bigger.
Not richer in any measurable way.
Bigger.
More chest.
A second loose Coin Scatter disappeared into it a while later.
Again, the woodwork expanded.
The lid looked more substantial.
The lock occupied more coastline.
I watched the thing develop the physical confidence of a chest containing the crown jewels while remaining perfectly capable of holding three damp coins and a dead starfish.
The treasure refused to disclose itself.
Its container was putting on weight.
The Compasses were doing something equally un-nautical.
One landed.
A marker moved along the Treasure Trail.
Another appeared later.
Another segment.
None pointed anywhere.
North remained unsolved.
Buried treasure remained exactly where buried treasure normally remains.
The Compasses were travelling horizontally across the top of the screen toward a Wild upgrade.
By the time the sixth one arrived, the first section completed.
Multiplier Wild unlocked.
Six navigational instruments had gathered together and taught a Wild multiplication.
Not one had located an island.
Piracy had abandoned cartography and moved directly into advanced Wild education.
A few spins later, the lesson was tested.
An x3 Multiplier Wild landed.
Another Wild sat elsewhere on the reels.
It took x3 as well.
Pirate symbols connected through them.
The win came across stronger than the ordinary combinations around it.
The Compasses had done it.
No direction.
No latitude.
No longitude.
But the Wilds could multiply.
The chest remained swollen on the side, contributing visual chest.
Then the two outer reels produced Coin Pouches together.
One on reel one.
One on reel six.
Between them sat two Coin Scatters.
x5.
x3.
The left Pouch collected them.
Eight times the stake.
Then the right Pouch collected the same two coins.
Another eight.
€16.
The coins had not duplicated.
They were still sitting in the middle of the reels.
Two bags at opposite ends had simply both managed to put the same treasure inside themselves.
No pirate moved the coins between bags.
No second x5 appeared.
No duplicate x3.
The treasure occupied two Pouches while visibly remaining one treasure.
This was the first genuinely impressive act of piracy.
Even the money itself had been robbed twice.
The €16 helped.
Then the sea became much less charitable.
Pirates lined up badly.
Card ranks wandered through the lower-paying work.
A few small ways connected.
Another Compass moved the Treasure Trail one lonely position into the next section.
The chest ate a loose coin.
It grew again.
Still no useful clue.
I had started distrusting the chest by volume.
A tiny chest might contain nothing.
A huge chest might also contain nothing.
The only reliable measurement was whether it had recently swallowed another piece of money and become more difficult to carry.
The session slid below the starting point.
Past €10 down.
Then €16.
The earlier Pouch trick disappeared into more spins.
At roughly €21.50 below, another Coin Scatter landed without a Pouch.
The chest inhaled it.
The lid shook.
Hold’n Spin opened.
The treasure chest had spent the entire base game getting physically larger while refusing to explain itself.
Now it finally produced something other than additional chest.
Three Re-Spins appeared.
First Coin Scatter landed.
Back facing me.
Sticky.
No value.
The counter returned to three.
The pirates had spent the base game printing numbers directly on treasure.
Now that the feature existed specifically to collect treasure, they had turned every coin around.
Second Coin Scatter arrived.
Locked.
Still face-down.
Back to three Re-Spins.
I had two pieces of gold and less information than when they were loose in the base game.
Another spin missed.
Counter dropped.
Third coin.
Reset.
Fourth followed before the next drought could finish.
Reset again.
The grid was accumulating treasure with all the transparency of a pirate hiding treasure from another pirate.
Five coins eventually sat there.
Every one sticky.
Every one showing its back.
The counter fell.
One Re-Spin remained.
The sixth Coin Scatter landed.
Back to three.
Six pieces of anonymous gold now occupied the reels.
The chest had done its part.
The Compasses had gone quiet.
The Pouches were nowhere.
There was nothing left to study except six coins refusing to introduce themselves.
The next Re-Spin missed.
Then another.
The final one produced no seventh coin.
That was it.
The six finally turned around.
The first showed x1.
Another showed x2.
Then x3.
Another x4.
The fifth carried x5.
The last showed x8.
Twenty-three times the stake.
€23.
That was everything the pirates had actually found.
Then the pile doubled.
€46.
No new coin fell.
No chest opened.
No Compass moved.
No Pouch appeared.
The treasure hunt had simply ended so successfully that the treasure became twice as treasure.
The crew had spent all those Re-Spins finding €23.
Finishing the job found another €23.
Then came the question.
Collect.
Or Doubloon or Nothing.
€46 sat there.
One spin would fill the screen with Double Coins and Wipe Coins.
More Double and the pile became €92.
More Wipe and six carefully collected coins, several chest expansions and an entire afternoon of Compass education would become absolutely nothing.
The pirates had finished gambling with the sea.
Now they wanted the treasure to gamble with itself.
I sent the €46 in.
Double Coins landed.
Wipe Coins landed.
More of both.
The last positions settled.
Double had the majority.
€92.
The original treasure was still six coins worth €23.
It had now become four times that amount without acquiring a seventh member.
The choice came back.
Collect.
Or send €92 into another fight.
The chest sat to the side.
Large.
Silent.
Still completely useless as a predictor of anything.
The Treasure Trail waited overhead.
The two Pouches were gone.
The six Hold’n Spin coins had finished their entire contribution several stages ago.
I sent €92 back.
One spin.
Wipe Coins arrived early.
Double followed.
Another Wipe.
More Double.
The screen filled.
The final count settled.
Double majority.
€184.
Eight times the value those six coins had revealed.
The third Doubloon offer remained.
I left it there.
The pirates had already persuaded the same treasure to reproduce three times after the digging stopped.
€23 had become €46.
Then €92.
Then €184.
Against the €21.50 spent reaching the Hold’n Spin, the session finished €162.50 ahead.
No seventh Coin Scatter had joined them.
The chest had not grown again.
The Compasses had not discovered a direction.
The Pouches had not returned for another impossible double collection.
Six coins had completed the treasure hunt at €23.
Everything after that was the crew repeatedly putting the same pile of gold back on deck and discovering there was somehow twice as much when the fighting stopped.
The pirates never found more treasure.
They just taught the treasure piracy.
Big Bass Halloween 2 delivers every win like a plot twist you regret.