The Stories Are True

Letter
As a child I remember hearing many of the ghost stories about The Living Infinite before going to bed each night. I remember hearing about the mysterious storms that would sink any ship that dare cross between the two islands; the many tales of pirates using it as an escape route, and then shortly after finding their ships doomed to a watery grave. Never would I have thought these very sunken pirates would see the end of me, however. Our vessel has been seized by these ghastly fiends - whose flesh is nothing but rotted mold and sea-fungus, and whose eyes are all but empty with the shadow of death. I'm afraid our journey into The Living Infinite's depths will be coming to an end soon, as this deathly crew surrounds us from every corner. I write this as a warning - it's true what they say, The Living Infinite is nothing but doom to any who cross its path. There's something in this water. Something evil. The flesh on my fingers is turning to mold as I write this, I'm afraid I will soon join the ranks of these fiends who have doomed my crew.

~ Captain Thomas F. Johnsen