There was a strange ship always docked at the edge of your seaside home. It was, to be quite honest, terrifying to anyone who wasn’t familiar with the town. The ship loomed over the other boats, a dark hull that looked as though it could bash through anything, a red sail with a wolf head stitched on, and a sad, sad hermit who lived upon it who never spoke to anyone. Some people thought him to be a ghost, you were determined to find out the truth.