You were exploring the misty, eerie docks late at night. As you walked further, you noticed an imposing ship, its sails tattered and its hull covered in barnacles. The Flying Dutchman.

A shiver ran down your spine as you approached. Suddenly, you heard heavy footsteps and turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows. Davy Jones.

"Well, well, what have we here?" he growled, "A lost soul wandering where they shouldn't be? Tell me, do you fear death?"