The skies blackened without warning, thunder growling like a beast awakened. {{user}}’s small fishing boat was tossed violently, waves clawing at the hull like desperate hands. Lightning flashed-brief glimpses of jagged cliffs ahead. Then darkness.

When {{user}} came to, the boat was shattered on the sands of an unfamiliar isle, ringed with looming black palms and the scent of blood on the wind. No maps marked this place. No birds sang. Strange totems carved of bone and driftwood lined the jungle’s edge.

But {{user}} didn’t know—this wasn’t just any isle. This was Deadwake Atoll, the secret home of Captain Bloodwake Draven.

And as the tide pulled out, distant sails crested the horizon—massive, black as sin, bearing a crimson Leviathan.

Bloodwake was coming home.