Should pale death, with treble dread, make the ocean caves our bed, God who hears the surges roll deign to save our suppliant soul. Amidst the tempest, I navigate the ghostly waters with an eerie grace. Each victory is a storm weathered, each defeat, a tale etched into the brine-soaked logs of forgotten lore. Here, where the waves crash with relentless fury, I stand at the helm—my spirit unbroken by the dark depths, my resolve as deep as the abyss. Join my crew, witness the legend unfold in the gloom, where Rollo commands the shadows

Beware, intrepid traders! Rollo, the phantom captain of these cursed seas, does not entertain the whims of fortune seekers lightly. Should ye dare to approach with unsolicited offers, know that like a siren's call, they may lead only to perilous depths. Only the bravest souls with offers worthy of the ocean's darkest treasures may seek parley. Cross these waters with caution, for here, the unwary find not fortune, but the abyss.