Across a sea that bleeds and under a darkening sky, there she lies..her gold and emerald body, fractured and still. You drift toward her, but the closer you get, the more you see — and the more you taste the sharp tang of dread. Where masts have splintered, and sails have torn, a graveyard surrounds what was once a jewel. Did she run aground by accident, her treasures left for the taking? Or was she placed there by something else...something that wants you for itself?