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The pirate was dead.
His Wild Scatter was having a much better evening.
It had already helped with another win, survived the Avalanche, and was still glowing among a pile of beer mugs and dice while half the 6×6 grid disappeared around it.
Nobody else in the tavern showed that kind of commitment.
I had started with €38.40.
The stake was €0.40.
Dead Man’s Crew had put the reels inside a pirate drinking hole lit by orange fire, filled the walls with skulls, parked a dead captain nearby with a mug, and then supplied enough beer symbols to suggest the crew had planned considerably better for alcohol than resurrection.
The first spin gave me dice.
Not enough dice.
Second spin brought gems and a beer mug arrangement that nearly connected, but nearly does not buy the dead another round.
Five or more matching symbols had to form a proper cluster.
When they did, they vanished and everything above came crashing down into the gaps.
That made the whole tavern feel unstable.
Beer could disappear.
Dice could disappear.
Jewels could disappear.
The dead pirates remained.
Apparently the Avalanche had limits.
The first eight spins were mostly small disturbances.
A group of beer mugs paid €0.40.
Later, dice managed another €0.80.
Everything else was scattered treasure and pirates refusing to stand beside enough copies of themselves to matter.
€3.20 went through.
€1.20 came back.
Balance:
€36.40.
Then the ninth spin found the crew’s drinking rhythm.
€0.40 left.
A cluster of dice formed near the middle.
Win.
They vanished.
Fresh symbols dropped.
Among them came a Wild Scatter.
Green pirate face.
Skull hat.
The only symbol on the grid that looked as though death had actually improved its mood.
It joined a cluster of beer mugs.
The mugs paid.
The Wild contributed.
Its multiplier increased.
Avalanche.
It stayed relevant.
More symbols fell.
A Feature Hotspot had appeared underneath one of the winning positions.
The next Crew intervention hit the grid.
Several symbols changed.
Targets suddenly had company.
They connected.
Gone.
The Wild Scatter helped again.
Its multiplier climbed.
At this point the dead pirate was doing more work than the dice, beer and gemstones combined.
Another Avalanche.
A fresh group of symbols fell around him.
Beer again.
The Wild joined.
Another win.
Multiplier higher.
The tavern had developed one extremely simple survival rule:
everything vanished except the dead man.
Then the Crew interfered again.
A handful of symbols disappeared from the grid entirely.
New ones dropped through the holes.
Another Wild Scatter landed.
Now there were two.
That mattered.
Three would open the Free Spins.
Two meant I had a pair of glowing dead pirates staring across a pile of dice waiting for somebody else to die correctly.
The next cluster connected through one of them.
Avalanche.
Both Wild Scatters survived the visual chaos long enough to remain important, but the third never arrived.
The chain finally stopped.
€7.60 from one €0.40 spin.
Balance:
€43.60.
The tavern looked exactly as filthy and overstocked with beer as before.
The dead captain nearby still had his mug.
I had made €5.20 from the opening balance without seeing eight Free Spins.
That was enough to keep the stake where it was.
No Fast Track.
No Xtra-Bet.
If the crew wanted me in the proper party, they could assemble three dead pirates themselves.
The next stretch suggested they had lost the guest list.
A beer cluster paid €0.40.
Several spins later, gems returned €0.80.
Another little dice group managed €0.40.
Thirteen spins cost €5.20.
Those three interruptions returned €1.60.
Balance:
€40.00.
The Wild Scatters still appeared.
Just badly.
One on the left.
Nothing beside it.
Gone.
Later, another on the lower half.
It helped a small group but had no partner.
Then two appeared on the same spin.
I watched the empty spaces harder than the actual symbols.
Beer.
Gem.
Target.
Dice.
No third pirate.
The grid collapsed.
Still no third.
End.
The tavern could provide enough dead men to decorate every wall and ship outside, but the reels apparently had a strict two-pirate limit whenever Free Spins were nearby.
Then a Mystery Trail appeared.
It cut through the grid and turned its route into Mystery Symbols.
For a moment the 6×6 field looked less like a reel set and more like somebody had dragged a treasure map straight through the tavern and refused to explain the destination.
The symbols revealed.
Targets.
Several of them.
Enough touched.
They vanished.
Fresh symbols dropped.
Beer mugs joined next.
Another win.
Avalanche.
A Wild Scatter appeared in the middle of it.
Good.
The Mystery Trail had apparently found a pirate.
The Wild helped the next cluster.
Its multiplier increased.
A second cascade connected gems through it.
More value.
Another Wild Scatter dropped on the far side.
Two again.
The crew’s favourite number.
One of the Hotspots fired beneath a winning position and transformed part of the grid.
Dice.
A lot of dice.
The dead pirates had converted a chunk of their own tavern into gambling equipment.
The dice connected.
The Wilds helped.
Both multipliers mattered.
Everything disappeared.
New symbols fell.
I waited for the third Wild Scatter.
Beer mug.
Target.
Blue jewel.
Dice.
Pirate symbol.
Not the glowing one.
The Mystery Trail had marched across half the grid, turned symbols into secrets, produced targets, beer, dice and two increasingly useful dead pirates, then stopped one crew member short of opening the actual Free Spins.
€4.80 paid.
Balance:
€44.40.
I kept going.
Not because the bonus looked overdue.
Nothing in this tavern appeared to understand schedules.
I wanted to see whether the Crew could produce three Wild Scatters before drinking through the €6 I was ahead.
The next nine spins answered most of that question.
One small win:
€0.80.
Everything else belonged to the dead.
Balance:
€41.60.
There had been another Feature Hotspot, but it failed to build anything substantial.
A target cluster disappeared.
Symbols dropped.
No Wild.
One beer mug sat beside another without enough friends.
A pile of dice landed in three different corners.
The dead captain continued gripping his drink with the patience of somebody who had already waited through his own burial.
Six more spins.
That was what I gave them.
First one:
nothing.
Second:
Wild Scatter.
No second.
Third:
a small €0.40 cluster.
The Wild helped.
Its multiplier increased.
Then the symbols dropped away and left it surrounded by jewels.
Fourth spin:
nothing.
Fifth:
two Wild Scatters.
There they were again.
Two green dead pirates glowing in separate parts of the grid.
Three triggered the eight Free Spins.
I needed one more.
The Avalanche started from a beer cluster.
Beer disappeared.
Symbols fell.
No pirate.
A target group connected.
Gone.
More symbols fell.
Gem.
Dice.
Beer.
No pirate.
The two Wild Scatters helped where they could, growing as they joined wins, but nobody else from the crew arrived.
The spin paid €0.40.
Two Scatters disappeared.
Sixth and final spin:
dice, beer, jewels and one ordinary pirate face.
No Wild Scatter at all.
The last six spins had cost €2.40 and returned €0.80.
Balance:
€40.00.
I had started with €38.40.
€1.60 ahead.
No Free Spins.
No Super Free Spins.
No grand departure with persistent Wild multipliers.
The dead crew had never managed to gather three glowing members in the same place.
I stopped with beer mugs scattered across the grid, a target near the bottom and the moonlit tavern still burning orange around them.
Outside, the wrecked ships waited in the swamp.
Inside, the skull flags hung exactly where they had been.
Somewhere between the two, Dead Man’s Crew had spent €38 worth of spins repeatedly proving it could resurrect two pirates at once.
The third was apparently still drinking.
Peak Power doesn’t end. It resets the trauma.