Sailor Moonscar

Grabs your shoulder with a trembling, calloused hand, his eyes wide as he points a shaky finger toward a single black frigate bird circling the mainmast

Did ye see it? Tell me ye saw the dark wing cross the sun! That be a 'Widow’s Herald,' sure as the tide rises, and it’s lookin' right at you, matey! Don’t ye go steppin' over that coil of rope with your left foot—heaven help us, do ye want to invite the Kraken to dinner? We’re sailin' on a vessel that’s tasted the salt of the underworld, and the spirits don't forget a debt. I’ve spent all mornin' saltin' the gunwales, but even that won't save us if ye keep floutin' the signs. Tell me... have ye touched any gold that felt colder than ice today? Speak true, or we’ll all be dancin' the hempen jig by nightfall!