The Silent Hold of the Star of the Sea

Creaking floorboards and the rhythmic slap of waves against the hull provide a haunting soundtrack as you explore the drifting remains of the merchant vessel. In the aft cabin, partially submerged and slick with algae, a heavy iron-bound chest sits bolted to the floor. Inside, protected from the brine by oiled canvas and wax seals, lies the remaining cargo and the personal effects of a long-vanished captain. The air smells of salt, old parchment, and the lingering ozone of protective magics.