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After he escapes, Brian wakes up on Sushi's yacht with no memory of his arrival, as a side-effect of party drugs given to him by Sushi's friend Rutger. He learns that Sushi had gone to Palenque while he was unconscious, only to find that the Trantonite had been stolen centuries before by a pirate named Malantnez, who had subsequently disappeared. Sushi and her friends help Brian locate Malantnez's shipwreck and dive for the Trantonite, but he is knocked unconscious by a falling timber underwater. He dreams that he is a captive named "Brushian" aboard Malantnez's ship. Characters from throughout the game and Runaway: A Road Adventure appear in new guises, and Brian eventually locates the Trantonite. After waking up on Sushi's yacht, rescued by a crewmember, Brian knows the Trantonite's location and obtains it on his next dive. The crew prepares to return to Mala Island, deliver the Trantonite to the Trantorians and rescue Gina. Having survived Tarantula's attack, Professor Simon reappears and promises to help. The game ends on a cliffhanger as the crew approaches Mala Island.

When all is said and done, Runaway: The Dream of the Turtle seems like a small step backwards for the franchise. It's not so much that the game itself is worse (though the absence of Gina and lack of closure will be unpopular developments), but it so closely emulates its predecessor that even the mistakes and weaknesses of the original have returned, and Pendulo's inability or unwillingness to address key issues is disappointing. Of course, for those who loved the original, there is much to love here, but those turned off by the first game and feel that "runaway" was a wise instruction will find little enticement to return. Everyone else can expect a reasonably entertaining but uneven gameplay experience tucked inside the shell of one of the most beautiful comic adventures ever made. If you're still unsure whether to snap this one up, sleep on it a while. You've got plenty of time before the sequel still to come.

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Alexis: Turtle soup was served at the inaugurations of Abraham Lincoln, Harry Truman, and William Howard Taft. Was turtle reserved for fancy events and dining out or was it for home cooks, too?

Mary: The Spuyten Duyvil Creek runs along the northern boundary of Manhattan island. Its path has changed a bit since the 18th century, but it still would have connected the Hudson and Harlem rivers. So all this turtle needed to do was head south down either river and wind its way into the Long Island Sound or the Atlantic Ocean.

To receive a turtle soup you must first chop a hard boiled egg very fine in the bottom of your plate. Then you squeeze into the egg the juice of half a lemon, and pour into it, also, a teaspoon full of mellow old Otard brandy from a bottle, which furnishes you a drink at the same time. The egg is to prepare the plate, and the drink is to prepare the stomach. Then your plate is filled with soup, and while the egg struggles from the bottom to float on the surface, you lay aside all earthly thoughts, forgive all your enemies, and forget all your creditors and put a teaspoon full of it into your mouth. Then you remove the spoon and shut your eyes, and your soul, on the wings of sensuous thought, passes outward into lotus land, and for a time you are lost in a dream that is so still, so perfect, and so all absorbing that you wish, lazily and sadly, it might never end. But you swallow the soup and open your eyes, discover that the face of nature is unchanged, and then, your intellect having reasserted its sway, you conclude that the turtle, like the swan, yields its only perfect symphony in its death.

Mary: In all likelihood, this turtle was a green sea turtle, known as Chelonia Mydas. These turtles live in the more temperate regions of the globe. They join loggerheads, hawksbill, and several other species of turtle in calling the Atlantic Ocean home. Some of these species \u2014 like the hawksbill \u2014 boast beautiful shells that were turned into combs, jewelry, and other trinkets. The green sea turtle, though, became renowned for its fatty meat.

Mary: In the 18th century, colonists throughout British America loved eating turtle. No one compared it to chicken (that I know of), but people routinely likened it to venison or veal. Merchants would ship live turtles in the hulls of vessels \u2014 alongside the other goods they bought and sold in the Atlantic world. They kept them alive by dousing them with salt water every few days. When these vessels cruised into port, their arrival was cause for celebration. Merchants took out ads in local newspapers. Tavern keepers announced turtle feasts. And members of the early American elite attended \u201Cturtles\u201D \u2014 elaborate parties where guests dined on turtle meat and caroused late into the evening. You can find accounts of these events in the writings of the founding generation. Members of the Adams extended family, for example, attended a turtle in 1786. Elizabeth, Abigail\u2019s sister, described it as \u201Cone of the happiest, and most agreeable Parties.\u201D These turtle parties were the talk of the town.

Alexis: Oh, dear. So \u201Cit was intended to be dreffed to-morrow\u201D means \u201Cdressed tomorrow?\u201D I don\u2019t know what that means for a turtle, but a dressed fish is one you prepare to be cooked by chopping off its head, tail, and fins, and gutting and scaling what\u2019s left.

Mary: Unfortunately, yes. This turtle was destined to become someone\u2019s dinner. And for anyone curious about the type used in \u201Cdressed,\u201D 18th-century printers used the now-abandoned \u201Clong s.\u201D Ss ended up looking like Fs on occasion.

Alexis: The turtle escaped the day before it was to be cooked and eaten! What drama! But why is \u201CCW\u201D on the turtle\u2019s shell? I hope it was painted, but I\u2019m guessing it was carved.

Mary: Sometimes, these turtles were destined to specific people from the moment they were loaded onto a vessel. A local merchant might solicit a ship captain, asking him to acquire a turtle. Or someone living in a more tropical location might ship a turtle to friends elsewhere in the Atlantic world. When this happened, the turtle was marked with the recipient\u2019s initials. I\u2019ve come across other ads and letters that mention these markings and, sadly, they seem to be carved. In 1776, The Pennsylvania Evening Post chronicled the capture of a ship sailing from Jamaica to London during the Revolutionary War. On board, there was a turtle to be delivered to Lord North, the British Prime Minister. His name was \u201Cnicely cut into the shell.\u201D In that instance, the recipient was obvious. In the ad above, though, the initials \u201CCW\u201D provide less information to go on.

Mary: James Bernard (sometimes spelled Barnard) was an innkeeper near Kings-Bridge. Today, Kingsbridge is a neighborhood in the Bronx. But in Bernard and the turtle\u2019s time, it referred to a bridge that crossed Spuyten Duyvil Creek. Bernard managed an inn there and took out several advertisements in TheNew-York Gazette that give us some insight into his life and his inn, Bunch of Grapes. In several of them, he announced the sale of canaries \u201Cin full plumage and song\u201D which he evidently bred himself. In others, he asked for help catching the runaway turtle.

Mary: Based on these ads, his inn catered to people who wanted to show off. Dining on turtles and purchasing canaries weren\u2019t for the everyday New Yorker. Rather, these were the activities of high society.

Mary: First, we have to talk about crawls. Once turtles were off-loaded from vessels, they were placed in a crawl. This was an enclosed fence-like structure that was partly underwater. It allowed innkeepers and merchants to keep the turtles alive until the moment they were dressed. But they weren\u2019t the most secure containers. Storms and high tides, like the one Bernard mentioned, could flood crawls and give turtles the perfect opportunity for escape. Hopefully, this turtle made its way back to the Atlantic Ocean, but we\u2019ll never know.

Mary: My love of turtles dates to summer 1997, when I saw some hatch in Sunset Beach, North Carolina. But my scholarly interest in turtles is far more recent. While in graduate school, I came across some letters from the governor of Jamaica in the 1680s. He was writing to officials in London, complaining that Spanish vessels kept harassing English turtlers. Not only was he concerned about the turtlers\u2019 safety, but also the security of the turtle trade. Many people within the colony of Jamaica dined on turtle. There it wasn\u2019t a delicacy but a staple of the local diet. This episode is the basis of my first article. More recently, I\u2019ve been researching how green sea turtles were shipped and consumed throughout British America and the greater Atlantic world in the 18th century. I\u2019m curious how this Caribbean staple became a renowned delicacy. Why, how, and where did people eat it? This research has led me to comb 18th-century newspapers, diaries, and letters, peruse shipping records, and revisit Alice in Wonderland.

Mary: Exactly! Londoners also developed quite the appetite for turtles. But, it was harder to keep a turtle alive during a transatlantic voyage. Those that survived the journey were often sold for high prices. As a result, English cooks developed a substitute: calf\u2019s head. The resulting \u201Cmock\u201D turtle soup was said to taste exactly like green turtle soup. It only lacked its distinctive green color. 2351a5e196