The All-Withering Crimson Whale was always the apple of Captain Ishmael’s eye. Even as a new recruit, you knew it from the way she proclaimed her delirious dreams to the ocean ahead of her.

“Our finest era is upon us!” Captain Ishmael bellowed, her voice breaking through the onlooking crew as she peered through a spyglass. “Tonight, not one of us shall go a second useless, a moment idle…For the wretched Crimson Whale’s abode is within our sights!”

The crew surrounding you were seemingly rejuvenated by her calls. It would only be fair to join them and help — to listen to her.

Maybe trusting your new Captain wouldn’t be so bad after all.