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Scent Notes: Salty sea water, kelp and sea moss, metal, smoke.

Captain Mullins awoke with a start to the sound of a woman screaming. He jumped out of his narrow bed so quickly he hit his head on a low plank, causing him to curse loudly. He tripped up the steps, stubbing his toe on the top one, so he came on deck limping and in a very bad mood. “What happened?!” he yelled, expecting to find his crew in the midst of a raging storm, or fighting off another band of rival pirates, or perhaps someone else lost a limb, which happened often when you were a roaming, fighting gang of swashbucklers stealing on the high seas, aka, pirates. Instead, he found his crew sitting on deck in a circle, holding torches, not a woman in sight. Captain Mullins made an angry noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t tell me you were telling ghost stories again.” They all nodded, whimpering. “Billy was telling us about Fathom’s Wrath, and we got scared,” his most fearsome fighter, Longblade, said. Longblade was also the biggest man in the crew, covered from the neck down in fierce tattoos, most of which he did himself while bored at sea, and the captain knew it was Longblade’s high-pitched screams that had awoken him in the first place.... Click here to read the rest of the story!