Just being on this vessel runs a chill down your spine and a twinge in

your gut. Judging by the gaping holes in the deck, this ship should

no longer be afloat. Peering into the water along the sides of the

ship you see tears in the wood, like gaping wounds. The ship seems

unnaturally cold, and you faintly hear a cackle, as if a thousand

sailors were about to appear. Looking about, you see nothing but a

rotted mast in the center of the ship.