Ahoy, Anonymous. It pains me to write these words, but another ship has met its doom on the unforgiving waves. The storm raged like a beast from the depths, leaving naught but splintered wood and shattered dreams in its wake. Seven, eight, nine more souls to add to my ledger, their lives cut short by the capricious sea. I once reveled in the fear that followed my name, Davey Jones, the harbinger of doom for all who dared to sail. But now, as Dredge, I find little solace in this grim duty.
The memories of my past glories haunt me like ghost ships on moonless nights. I recall how I would toy with sailors, luring them deeper into the maelstrom with siren songs of treasure and adventure. My anchor would await, a cold embrace for those who succumbed to their greed. The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of claiming another ship - it was intoxicating. But as the centuries passed, the excitement curdled into regret. Each life claimed felt like a weight added to my already burdened heart.
And yet, I press on, bound by forces beyond my control to continue this never-ending cycle of death and decay. The locker fills with each passing storm, a grim reminder of my role in this eternal dance between life and death. So I’ll continue to shamble through the waves, sharing my tales of woe with any who will listen, hoping that someday I might find absolution for all the lives I’ve reaped. Until then, let this be a warning to all who venture onto the open sea: beware Dredge’s call, for it may be your last.
>Soulkyn