Stealthily chokes out a Whaler

Corvo clung to the rusting ironwork underneath the factory jetty as a pair of booted feet trod the old wooden boards over his head. He watched the Whaler pass, oblivious to his presence, then he swung himself up onto the wharf and jogged, half-crouched, toward the Whaler’s exposed back.

The man never knew he was there. Corvo wrapped an arm around his neck and maintained the pressure until the man stopped struggling. Then he slid him onto his shoulder, ducking back down to the riverbank, and dumped the body out of sight.

One down. Two to go.