The Gloom-Sails' Sunken Ransom

As the spectral mist dissipates from the pirate galleon's hull, the party discovers a heavy iron-bound chest tucked behind a navigation table. The wood is cold to the touch, and the loot within reflects the monochromatic gloom of the Shadowfell. The air smells of ozone and briny rot, marking these treasures as survivors of a crossing between worlds.