"How do we leave this place?"
Shard asked, clutching the photograph.
"There's no escape. Once aboard our ship, no one can escape! Servant of the Spiral, Follower of the Crimson, the Fishbone Pirate Ship that races through the Storm Eye, pays homage to the great Lord of the Crimson Spiral! Praise Him! Sing His glory!"
The raspy voice screamed hysterically, and the photograph suddenly tried to break free from Shard's grip, but this time he held on tightly:
"I will only ask once, how do we leave this place?"
"It's impossible to leave! No one can leave! Oh!"
The blade pierced again, this time as if to split the entire photograph in two, and the voice inside the photograph immediately changed its tone:
"Go find the captain! Go find the captain! Only it knows how to leave! Throughout these thousands of years, all who left this place went to find the captain!"