A scavenging group of cut-throats and miscreants who swarm upon the ghost ship, relieving it of it's pistols, rum and daggers. Living hand to mouth and by their wits. Known to haunt and grieve murdering natives and the like well beyond what would be deemed necessary.
The barnacle covered carcass of the cursed vessel drifts and yars through the murderous seas of Shartak island, rolling crazily and smashing reefs. Why do we stay? I must assume it's hold on us has surely driven us all mad.
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