A ship with sails as white as snow cut through the dark waves, nearing the fog that shrouded the mysterious sea on the horizon.
The crew ran about, tightening the knots and securing the rigging as they prepared to enter the infamous Dark Waters.
It was going to be peaceful until the fog, but once they pass that and enter Dark Waters, they couldn't be careless even for a moment.
Inside a small cabin, Ambrose sat on a worn wooden chair, feeling the ship rock back and forth.
The water splashed against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that Ambrose found oddly comforting.
'Soon, Dark Waters.' He crossed his legs and looked out of the window towards the darkness, feeling like he was being pulled towards an unknown destiny.
He couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to change forever.
He then shook his head and checked the holographic screen, showing the loading bar.