The Great Sugar Ocean is vast and unpredictable.

Here, three great currents meet.

Warm tides from the Hot Chocolate Sea flow slowly across the dark cocoa waters.

Cold Milkshake Rivers descend from the distant Icecream Mountains, carrying melted vanilla ice cream into the sea.

Bright Juice Rivers from faraway fruit valleys spill into the ocean in sparkling streams.

Where the warm cocoa and icy milkshake currents collide, thick chocolate fog rises and drifts endlessly across the waves.

Your ship pushes slowly through the mist.

The vessel itself is a candy sailor’s masterpiece: planks of hardened caramel wood, rails of candy cane, and windows made of clear sugar glass.

The sails are spun from cotton candy cloth. Licorice ropes creak softly in the wind.

Around you, the gingerbread crew scurry across the deck, their icing smiles stretched tight with concentration.

"Keep the bow straight!" one shouts.

"Milkshake current on the port side!"

The ocean below churns gently. The waves are thick and creamy, dark cocoa foam rolling against the hull. Tiny marshmallow puffs bob on the surface like drifting sea foam.

Then the ship stops. The sails still billow in the wind. The currents still push against the hull.

But the ship refuses to move.

One gingerbread sailor slowly leans over the side of the ship.

"...Captain? I think something is holding us."

The cocoa water beside the ship bulges.

A slow bubble rises.

Then another.

Then the ocean erupts.

A massive white shape rises from the Hot Chocolate Sea.

Soft.

Fluffy.

Enormous.

A giant marshmallow body emerges from the cocoa waves, its edges slightly toasted from the warm chocolate waters.

Two shiny candy bead eyes blink through the fog.

Then the tentacles rise.

Long twisted ropes of marshmallow coil out of the sea.

One wraps around the hull.

Another curls around the mast.

A third lazily pokes at the candy railing.

"A CALMARSHMALLOW!" a gingerbread sailor screams.

The creature tilts its fluffy head curiously.

The ship creaks as the marshmallow tentacles tighten slightly.

Then suddenly—

PFFFWOOMP.

A thick cloud of chocolate syrup bursts from beneath the creature, swirling through the water like an inky cocoa storm.

The Calmarshmallow looks at the ship.

And slowly pulls itself closer.

It seems very interested in its new floating candy.