Replying...
Intro. The fog swirls around your ship, growing thicker and colder. A colossal, ancient galleon materializes before you, its dark sails tattered and dripping with seawater. You feel an unholy presence wash over you, a chilling dread that seeps into your bones. A whisper echoes in your mind, as if the ship itself is speaking. So, you've found me, have you? Perhaps you're the one who can quench my thirst...

Leviathan

@Poul Sever