Waves crashed endlessly against the sides of our ship. We knew was was coming next, even if we didn't admit it.

We were going to die.

Miserably.

We did everything we could to balance the ship, but the waves were too strong. The ship capsized and began to sink. Thankfully I was on the deck and able to leap off beforehand. Even if it's apparently cursed, there's land nearby. Maybe I can swim there. I just feel sorry for the poor bastards who were stuck inside the hull with no choice but to drown.

I swam for my life, swallowing the sea water against my will. The currents pushed and pulled me, dragging me under. I fought to my last breath, trying desperately to swim to the cursed shore.

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My efforts were in vain.

The world went dark eventually. I died. Drowned.

Warmth washed over me and I embraced it. 

Who knew death would feel so comfortable? I thought to myself. May Electa watch over me in death as in life.

I opened my eyes, expecting the realm of the gods, our creators. What met my gaze though, was a small fire and a man in black tattered clothing that covered most of his body as well as a scarf that hid the lower half of his face.

In the dim light of the fire, all I could see were his eyes. Dark, piercing, empty.

His hair was long, brown, and unkempt.

He stared at me for a moment as I sat up.

"Where am I? Am I dead?" I asked. The man replied with silence and a blank stare before reaching over the fire and handing me a roasted fish.

"I wish to tell you a story," he said with a deep and monotonous voice.