The man regurgitates brine onto the deck of the ship as he is hauled up by the strong arms of the crew, his skin broken and burnt from overexposure to the elements. His emaciated chest rises weakly as he lies on his back gasping for air, though there is a soft yet melodious whisper repeated through cracked lips which seems like nothing but ramblings of the sea. Yet… as you draw near, the tune becomes clearer, sending chills down your spine that have nothing to do with the cold gust that whips at the sails up above.
