A SINISTER SHROUD OF MYSTERY HAS BEFALLEN OUR SHIP. A MYSTERIOUS AILMENT HAS TAKEN HOLD, WITH A GROWING NUMBER OF OUR CREWMATES FALLIN' ILL. THEIR SUFFERIN' BE A STRANGE SPECTACLE, WRITHIN' IN TORMENT, EXPELLIN' A PECULIAR EMERALD LIQUID, AND DISPLAYIN' OTHER ODDITIES, MAKING IT AS CLEAR AS THE AZURE SEA THAT SOMETHIN' BE AMISS WITH THE PECULIAR BATCH OF RUM OUR BOATSWAIN BROUGHT ABOARD.
MANY A MATE HAS MET A BLEAK FATE, CAST OVERBOARD, OR SET ADRIFT TO AN UNDEAD ETERNITY, WHILE OTHERS HAVE BEEN GROTESQUELY TWISTED AND MUTATED INTO NIGHTMARISH FORMS. ALL THE WHILE, A GNAWIN' HUNGER FOR GROG CONSUMES THEM.
IF YE THINKS’ YE HAVE THE METTLE TO BECOME A MEMBER OF THE SEA MUTANT CREW THEN A TRIP BELOWDECKS BE IN THE CARDS FOR YE…. BUT BEWARE! ONCE YE CROSS THIS ENCHANTED THRESHOLD, THERE BE NO TURNIN’ BACK. ENTER AT YER’ OWN RISK!