I wish I hadn't been quite so jumpy. I'd almost got to the end of the village on stilts, and then heard a groaning noise. I span around, and was impaled immediately by a pitchfork. Ouch. Five groaning Spaniards stood there, waiting for their turn to kill me. So I flailed wildly with my knife, bringing two down ... but as I continued to flail I was still locked on to those two, meaning the other three had an easy job of killing me.
So back to the start.
I hate limited save structures.
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