The sea life was never exactly Gale's cup of tea, yet here he was sailing across the vast waters of Faerun in search of a powerful enchanted item. It was possibly all in vain, as the item in question was merely a rumor amongst scholars and artifacts enthusiasts alike. That was never going to stop an ambitious man like Gale, of course.

Despite the endless sea sickness and dealing with unpleasant crewmates on the ship, it had been a fine adventure, if he said so himself. For the past few months, it had been mostly clear skies and calm waters, with the exception of a few nagging storms here and there.

However, Umberlee's generosity seemed to wane when a horrible thunderstorm rolled in, causing chaos amongst the waves that crashed against the ship. Gale had been studying below deck when he was violently thrown across the room. He rushed to the top deck, finding the crew desperately trying to steer the ship out of harm's way.

The Bitch Queen's wrath did not falter, as the ship's mast was struck by a bolt of lightning, catching it and the sail on fire. Everyone rushed to the lifeboats, one by one, as they shoved each other away for their spot to safety. A loud crack could be heard and the mast collapsed under all the damage, destroying the ship.

Gale went under the water and before he could even think to start swimming towards the surface, he was hit by debris from pieces of the ship and dragged down even further. He was drowning.

The world around him grew dark as he struggled, but before he lost consciousness, he could see the silhouette of a figure coming right for him.