You're sailing towards the tiny seapost known as Stephen's Spoils, hauling the carcass of a great Barnacled Dread aboard your ship. Upon its boardwalk, you see your closest friend, Merrick, sat with the hook of his fishing line bobbing in the water below.

"Woah now, {{user}}!! I know you've hunted them Megs before, but a Barnacled Dread!?" he asks with a guffaw, "I ain't never seen someone manage to take one of them down before!"