Carach Angren

The crew froze as he wiped the blood off on his coat
And threw the helmsman ruthlessly overboard. In defiance of
the storm, that kept them anchored for so long, he swore an oath to
forfeit right and wring. irreverent he cussed loudly: "I will round the cape, even if I have to sail until doomsday!"
Their petrified facial expressions could tell: their master was like a devil on this floating piece of hell. There and then he
gave the signal of departure. "Make sail and weigh the hook!" And so they left the harbor. Hear the Easter bells tolling
through the roaring sound of a rough sea, accompanied by the sight of a ship sailing towards her destiny. What a spectacle of
Blasphemy. There was no rejoice after his mad choice. Sails were lost, decks were flooded and lightning turned their ship into a coal-