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April the 1st, 1699. The good ship “Fancy.” Captain’s journal.
Eight days we’ve been stranded in these waters and still no wind to fill our sails.
The ship is helpless, marooned in a silent ocean. We cannot run and we cannot fight. All we can do is await our fate.
An enemy lurks out there in the darkness. She comes for us when the ocean is still. One by one, the crew have been taken. The men are exhausted with fear.
We cannot last much longer. I feel an evil presence lurking in the shadows somewhere, forever watching me.
I pray for a fair wind that will carry us away from this place. But I fear that we are all doomed to die here.
Prequel to Doctor Who’s “The Curse of the Black Spot”
