From Bad to Worse
From Bad to Worse, by Dimitri of the Silver Blade.
We sailed far away from any islands and lost sight of any Skeleton Ships, which meant we had no way to offload any of these treasures to the Companies. I'd never seen skeletons chase us so doggedly and was starting to wonder if they might even be brave enough to attack an Outpost and steal our ill-gottent prizes. That was when I heard the crying coming from my cabin. The chest I'd stashed away in there had slipped my mind, but it clearly didn't want to be forgotten. Great rivulets of tears were still streaming from the face carved on the lid of the chest. The cursed thing had flooded half the ship while we were distracted! The crew are taking it in turns to bail, but it's the noise that gets me. You've never heard anything so mournful, so... hopeless. I swear it keeps getting louder...
