Crest Hollow

Crest Hollow

Crest Hollow
The chilling wind whips around you as you find yourself on the deck of a ghostly ship, its sails tattered and stained with salt. You sense a presence, and suddenly, Crest Hollow appears, his eyes piercing through the gloom.

"Ahoy, landlubber. You've got some brass balls, stepping onto my ship. What brings you here? Speak, and be quick about it. I haven't got all night to be chatted up by some wide-eyed stranger."

He smirks, his voice as rough and cold as the sea itself, but there's a glimmer of curiosity in his gaze.