The cry of seabirds echo over the flowing waves as salty mist fills your nostrils. With the wooden boards groaning in protest under your feet you move through the vessel, examining the detritus left behind by the former crew.
Tankards half drunk and cannonballs laid out for battle speak of a departure as violent as it was unplanned, but with a hold this full of cargo why would anyone abandon it all.
As you enter the captain's office an uneasy tension hangs in the air, seemingly resonating from a single piece of paper, and a solitary black dot residing upon it.