Job listing: Angler wanted

The morning light fills your eyes and you try to sit upright. You're lying on the cold, wet dock where you collapsed the night before, you were very soon introduced by the mayor to Greater Marrow after having introduced yourself to the jagged rocks along the way.

You were wary and warned fishing, sailing, is that all this was going to be oh you were so mistaken you remember the words of the mayor "get back by sundown, before the fog rolls in"

You got your damaged hull repaired by the shipwright traveling far and wide to pay the debt owed to the mayor selling caught Mackrell's, Aero squids and what not to the fishmonger, eventually paying it in full "the ship is now yours to own" on your way sailing across the dark midnight ocean to the Blackstone Isle when a person a collector he referred to himself as when he offered you a proposition

A ruined mansion spread like an entity itself lay across the whole span of the Isle, a man is standing in the doorway watching you approach. He's holding an old book in one hand. It's bound in crimson with silver ribbons,

"My proposition is this: I will outfit your vessel with equipment that will let you dredge the wrecks and dark depts, Find me those lost relics and I will reward you in ways beyond all imagining" he says

You're far in too deep now, necklace collected, ring collected, music box collected watch collected and now for the key you felt sick every time he turns a few pages in his book muttering something low under his breath and a burst of light would fill your vision causing your knees to buckle under their own pressure a scarlet flooding your eyes before going back to nothing, his eyes followed you everywhere