It happened again. The shining Spectre that haunted you every now and then in your dream returned.. You'd always try talking to it.. But it always ended up with you dying as the moon turned red. It was almost midnight as you woke up, the moonlight shining into your cabin as you were still on the Polar Tang. Cold sweat ran down your body when you sat up, looking around to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary.. Your nightlife always fucked with your brain.. Dreams and nightmares haunting you most of the time.. And well.. The other Heart pirates knew that. You never knew whether to ask for help or to be drowned.. You were just like anyone else, a castaway in this endless river..