The Rise Of Captain Longbeard Setting Sail To VR

The Rise of Captain Longbeard is Colopl NI’s latest push into VR gaming. Coming to Steam Early Access during the holidays, it’s a game that, well, it lets you be a pirate. Ah, to be a pirate. Or a sailor. Whichever is more appropriate for the phrase “a tall ship and a star to sail ‘er by,” which happens to be one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. RIP, Gene Wilder.

You’ll play as Robert Youngfellow, the chap who will eventually cocoon himself into a chrysalis made of Jolly Roger flags and eyepatches to emerge as Captain Longbeard, the scourge of the seven seas. Of course, everybody hates pirates, and Longbeard will find himself under siege by other pirates, sea creatures and other obstacles. Sounds like a lot of trouble for a measly little treasure chest.

You’ll sail around the world to ports of call across four main islands and eight satellite islands, steal treasure, buy booze, and solve puzzles. It sounds a lot like going on a cruise, right down to calling yourself Captain Longbeard.

It’s out for Vive on Steam Early Access for the holidays, so if you’re looking to ask where the rum’s gone or do a dizzy dance around the crackling yule logs, it should come just in time for the festivities.


  1. Sakkura says:

    That’s not quite how flintlock pistols work…

    • Louis Mayall says:

      Does look fun though. I think it gameplay would probably suffer with a lengthy powder horn animation.

  2. bonuswavepilot says:

    Sea Fever
    John Masefield

    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
    And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
    And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

    I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.