New Intro

Alone on a vile-dark sea, brine-choked, clutching shattered remnants of a lost ship’s deck, awaiting rescue... but the mournful fog spews forth a grim spectral ship, decayed, a corpse-crew clinging to its rigging. No sign of hope, only despair.

Bony hands dressed in bits of rotted flesh haul you aboard, dragging you silently into their damnation. What curse have you brought down upon your head?

This is the new flavor-text for the introduction. Much better than that previous piece of garbage I wrote.

Captain of the Damned

You clutched a piece of flotsam and pulled away from the bony hands, but they pulled you in, an unhallowed rescue. They dragged you, your head reeling from the unnatural sight, your lungs choking on the rotting stench of these corpses dressed in scraps of torn flesh. You could not fight the grip of the damned dead.

You dropped to the blackened deck, forced yourself to look up. A pallid figure with mad eyes stood at the pilot's wheel. Clumps of sea salt clotted his wild hair and beard, his torn and moldering coat. He seemed unaware of you at first, but as you tried to creep away, those mad eyes gazed down at you, and you gazed back... into Hell.

"You're mine, now," the captain rasped.

And the damned dead dragged you screaming below the decks.

The Dice Are Cast

The mournful dawn fog vomited pirates everywhere. No cannon, no flash of gunpowder, just hard, bloody men slithering relentlessly onboard, gutting the clipper's watch, kicking in doors, dragging you and others onto the deck of slaughter.

You knew they'd want your father's ring, your last reminder. Irrationally, you broke free, abandoning your shipmates, diving into the uncaring sea, as if her tortures would be better than theirs. You thought you'd escaped, though now you shivered and wondered why. But now the fog vomited again, a dark hulk moving towards you, bringing them back to you.

Except -- no. That ship looked old-fashioned, rotted. Frayed grey sails were its foetid shroud. It slid silently closer.

You whimpered in the icy brine, praying for death to reach you first.