Missing the boat.
In EverQuest, back in the old days, missing the boat, especially that Freeport to Butcherblock boat, meant a very long wait. Long enough that, some nights, being seconds too late for the boat meant a complete change of plans.
When the boat showed up at the dock, the shout of “BOAT!!!” would go up, so that everyboy who was waiting would have a chance to make it. Nobody wanted to be left behind.
In World of Warcraft missing the boat is not nearly as bad as the early days of EverQuest. The routes are short, so if you don’t make the boat, at most it is a few minutes wasted rather than a night’s plans. Plus you almost never fall off the boat zoning, a real hazard some nights in early days of EQ. (They did not call that zone between Freeport and Butcherblock “The Ocean of Tears” for nothing!)
Still, I hate to miss the boat.
I hate to be running up the dock, headed for a stale boat, a boat that has been in sight since I was close enough to see it, a boat I know is going to start moving at any second.
Am I far enough away that you should pause a second to summon my mount? Do I just go for it? Did the ship just move?
That was the position I found myself in the other night in Feralas.
I was headed towards the dock with my hunter. I could see the boat sitting at there as the end of the dock resolved into focus.
I had aspect of the pack up. I was making a bee-line for the dock. All I could do was press on and hope for the best.
Up onto the dock.
Down the planks to the boat.
And just before that point, that place on the dock where you know you’re going to make it, the boat began its smooth glide away from shore.
What to do?
I was already angled to hit the boat at the far corner of the dock and I could see that the deck would be too far past that point to get aboard by the time I got there.
I was going to intersect the boat just ahead of one of the windows that stick out along hull.
I could see, in a moment of clarity, that the window just ahead of me stuck out quite a bit more than I had previously noticed.
So I jumped for the window.
And made it!
At first I figured I would fall off, so I kept running against the ship, just to make sure I stayed stuck to the side. You hate to make a leap like that and then just fall off because you relaxed.
But as we rounded Sardor Isle (which always makes me think of the Island of Sodor) and closed in on Feathermoon Stronghold, I relaxed a bit and found I could stand on the window. So I turned around a took a picture.
My pet made it as well. You can see his feet and his tail sticking out of the window frame.
So that was my heroic deed of the night. Sure, I also slew some giants, elementals, and a few yeti. But I do that every night. That night I jumped and grabbed hold of the port side of a boat and road it to its destination.