Davy Jones
"Didn't expect that there would be a time where Viking sailors became buddhists." A sneer was plastered on my face. "Thankfully, I still have access to the internet, and there isn't much time dilation with the outside.
"This is an isolated realm made specially for the victim of the Drowned Revenant."
Their words sent a chill deep into my bones, not because of their malice, but because of the despair that clung to every syllable.
These weren't warriors; they were prisoners, trapped in an endless cycle of torment, bound to this ship for eternity. And now, they sought to drag me into their cursed existence.
As if they want me to suffer the same fate.
The air grew thick with their stench, and their crazy murmurs filled my ears.
I swung my Stormhooks in wide arcs, trying to keep them at bay, but there were too many. Their pale, lifeless hands grasped at me, pulling me closer, desperate to make me one of them.