My earliest PC gaming memories are haunted by a shipwrecked sailor, stuck on a desert island. For the longest time I couldn’t remember who this spectre of my gaming past was. His bedraggled appearance and amusing antics – building sand castles and feuding with a seagull that wanted to sit on his hat – didn’t belong to the first level of the original Duke Nukem (which I never got past), or any other childhood favourites.
Not, not, and not. This mystery sailor remained shipwrecked in my brain, and after years of ignoring him, I finally dedicated myself to unravelling the mystery on a slow afternoon: his name was Johnny Castaway, and
