One-on-one beach volleyball, except your arm is a windmilling blade. Rest it at an angle and it blocks, sets and drops with total precision and no power at all. Swing it and it turns a full revolution from wherever you were aiming — where you make contact picks the direction, how far out on the blade picks the power, and your jump rides along with it.
A swing spends itself on the first thing it touches and leaves you limp for a third of a second, so nobody spikes their way through: block beats spike, lob beats block, spike beats lob. Add one double jump per trip through the air and there is a lot of court to cover.
Six opponents, each with their own temperament and their own theme tune, waiting up the ladder. Bring a friend and take a side each.
A small crew of pirates wants to rule the world. But killing their enemies is cumbersome, bloody, and too many legs are lost along the way. There's a rumor out that the governor has a joke in his possession that is so funny it has the power to make enemies die of laughter.
The pirates set out to one last raid to find the joke for it will bring them glory and control over the seven seas.