Tales of the Damned
Discover the Cursed Captain's Journals in Sailor's Grave.
Dissent in the Ranks
Dissent in the Ranks, by the Cursed Captain. I wanted a pirate lair, an' now I'm in charge of a whole pirate town! More ships an' sailors keep smashin' into the rocks, bringin' new arrivals and supplies. It's that witless Lighthouse Keeper's fault fer lettin' the flame go out so often, but I let the pirates tay just so long as they join me ever-growin' crew. I heard one ungrateful cur call this town a Sailor's Grave, but I say that's a fine name. Why should we return to the land o' the livin' an' risk losin' me plunder? Me greedy First Mate wants to move the whole haul into Dead Man's Grotto to keep it safe, but I'm not lettin' so much as a coin out of me sight... So long as we remain, the treasure will be ours and ours alone. An' if those scurvy dogs don't want their share, so be it. I'll take the whole heap for meself!Sailor's GraveOff the Edge of the Map
Off the Edge of the Map, by the Cursed Captain. Ol' Warty Wilkins has been at sea for longer'n I've been alive, and even he swears he's never seen anythin' like the storm we sailed through tonight. The wind must've whipped it up out of nowhere! Strange green flashes o' lightning, an' great rolls o' thunder that sounded almost like words. We're past the squall now, though I'll not be content 'til we've cleared this wretched fog so we can sight land at last, an' get some badly-needed provisions. Funny thing, though. I've not felt hungry fer days, not since the last o' me hair fell out. Guess there's no point foolin' myself any longer. We've all heard tell of pirate curses! Still, so what if that jewel has started t' change me? If I'm to be turned into a skeleton, then I'll be the richest skeleton that ever sailed the seven seas! HAH!Sailor's GraveStrange, Yet Familiar
Strange, Yet Familiar, by the Cursed Captain. Just when I thought I was doomed to be bored out o' me skull by this endless fog, I heard Ol' Warty cry 'land ho', though he didn't sound happy about it. There was land looming up ahead, sure enough, though we'd no time to change course before we were onto the rocks, good an' scuppered. After explorin' the grotto, we emerged t' see yet more ruined ships, an' a great lighthouse, too! It's the oddest thing, me crew swears it weren't there before. Well, we got her beacon burnin' bright an' I appointed one o' me crew to be the Lighthouse Keeper. So long as that light shines, we're sure to be rescued. Until then, I've set the crew t' makin' us some shelters out o' these scuttled ships, and maybe even a tavern. Funny how this already feels like home...Sailor's GraveThe Haul of a Lifetime
The Haul of a Lifetime, by the Cursed Captain. After years of scrapin' by with barely two coins to rub together, we've finally struck it rich! Me crew an' I are sailin' full speed with a hold full of glorious treasure. They said this 'Sea of Thieves' would be packed with plunder – an' knock me down with a feather if they weren't tellin' the truth. Who knew pirates had it in 'em? But I best be mindful that havin' a heaping hoard of plunder and keepin' said hoard are two very different prospects. What I wouldn't give for a pirate lair o' me own... Until I find the proper place to stash me loot, I've ordered me crew t' head far away from the Outposts. We'll leave the Sea of Thieves and chart a new course if we have to! Funny thing, though... All these jewels an' there's one I can't seem t' put down. I found it in me palm again just now. Best t' hide it from the crew. Best t' keep it close...Lights Out
Lights Out, by the Cursed Captain. Treachery abounds! First me own cabin boy makes off with a box full o' cursed trinkets, an' now me crew are plotting to betray me an' save their own hides! Someone in these parts has been fillin' their heads with tales of a Ferryman. Promisin' that one day he'll come to take their souls back to the livin' world. An' when that day comes, surely they'll make off with me precious treasure! Well, I'll not make it easy for any scurvy wretch that's plannin' to jump ship. If ships can't make it to town in the dark without scuttlin' themselves on the rocks, it stands t' reason there'll be no Ferry to rescue them neither. It's settled, then – tonight I'll be indulgin' in a little treachery o' me own! Then we'll see if Mister Ferryman is still so keen to visit Sailor's Grave...Sailor's Grave
