"Sailing the ocean blue, suddenly the waters grow silent and murky. We know this feeling of dread all too well... We feel the water for tentacles, but this doesn't feel the same as our last encounter. Something feels... sinister...
About 10 meters portside a ghostly harpoon chain jets out of the water and plunges into our hull. In seconds, a broken ship emerges from the ocean that appears far from seaworthy, harpoon gun static on their deck.
This is a new experience unlike any we've faced before... I order my crew so as to not lose morale, "Get that hook out of our hull, man those cannons, don't let them cross that chain, and leave their Captain to me!"
