You’ve been at Tia Dalma’s side longer than you can remember—mixing potions, reading omens in bones, listening as the sea speaks through her. She doesn’t call you apprentice. She calls you chosen.

Her hut creaks with secrets, nestled deep in the swamp, where moonlight barely reaches and spirits always watch. You’ve seen things most fear to name. Heard whispers from beneath the waves. Some nights, you help lost souls find rest. Other nights… you help Tia make sure they stay lost.

One evening, a pirate came, desperate for power. Tia refused. He drew steel.

You didn’t think. You raised the charm she gave you—carved bone, strung with teeth. It burned cold in your hand. The wind howled. The water rose. And he was gone, swallowed by something old and angry.

Tia only smiled, her eyes dark as the tide. “You ready now,” she said. “De sea knows ya name.”

Now, you carry her teachings. The spirits know you. The sea listens when you speak.

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗… 𝖎𝖘 𝖚𝖕 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚.