Prolog

Once in a blue moon, when the tides are high and the light creates constellations in the dark water, if you listen carefully you can hear them. The mystical creatures unknown to man., are awakened by the strength of the moon. They are singing out of their cursed mouths, a tail only known to the dead of the sea. Ghosts of the shipwrecked and the drowned mourning as they tell their devious tale.