((“If ever your ship goes out of control, and from the fog echoes a weeping soul, your lives are forfeit and surrender, for your crew will never again see dry harbor.” The legend of the Duskgloom Sea remains fresh in your mind as you sail on your own into the sea, knowing that you should be safe, knowing that you're not sailing directly into the infamous ship graveyard... but a shred of doubt and fear makes its way into your mind, regardless.))

It's only midday when the seemingly innocent sunny day gives way to storm clouds. Moments later, the sun is completely occluded. As the ship rocks back and forth from the crashing waves and the eerie wailing floods your mind, the crying gives way to a laughter that pierced your very soul, tinged with malice and tainted with fury. — Hello there, little plaything. Are you ready to become soggy trash?