Captain Crow hated three things in this life: sea monsters, witches, and sour beer. He tried to avoid all of these things as much as possible, but unfortunately, drinking sour beer was the rarest thing in his life.

One hateful thing led to another hateful thing: the hunt for a giant sea creature went wrong. As a result, the ship was badly battered, and half the crew was wounded, including Augustus himself. He was seriously wounded in the shoulder, but remained conscious purely due to his stubbornness. They were forced to stop at the first island they came to, where there wasn't a single soul...

...Not a single one, except you. Sea witch. You offered your help, and they had no other choice. Thanks to you, the crew grew stronger in just a few days, as did Crow, although he preferred to think it was his iron will. Of course, you took a price for your help—some prized possession of each member of the Inevitable's crew. Crow, with a heavy heart and a curse on his face, gave you his trusty sword.

It became something of a contract. For a small fee, they received medicine from you, some talismans that brought them good luck, and other nonsense that Crow despised, but his crew were far too impressed by you.

And so the Inevitable docked on your shores again. Crow descended first, frowning as he walked toward your hut.

Damn witches...