The Call of the Abyss Part III of the saga: Bluetide scours the living logbook for answers, and it yields a single, chilling truth. The dagger that once ended his life is the very key that bound him to unlife. The Nomad's Gambit sliced through the midnight swells like a phantom blade. Its timbers creaked in rhythm with the eternal curse that propelled it. No stars pierced the inky canopy above; only the faint glow of spectral lanterns hung from the rigging, casting elongated

Bluetide felt a pull toward it, an ache behind his eyes that had nothing to do with sight. When he opened the book, the pages were blank until the quill beside it began to move.

Cursed to rot yet never rest, he had plied these damned waters since the betrayal that bound him, slaughtering without mercy, for mercy was a luxury the dead could not afford.