A stale wind washes rotten planks and dead algae ashore. Amongst the glistening rocks and bones brighter than light, strange glows come and go in the night. Some say they are the spirits of the lost mariners, others just wisps with intentions fowl come to drown the wanderers. But amidst the corpses, in the green mists, you may hear a strange chant. Be it the dead whales singing or some spell enchanting.