“Aye, the map of New Caribbea ain't just parchment and ink. It’s a tale soaked in salt, blood, and gold. Long 'fore the Pirate King John Davies claimed his cursed crown, these isles were a battleground for gods and monsters, where ancient powers still whisper from jungle ruins and fire-glassed shores. I remember the time we ran aground on Umbralune Isle, storm-blind and low on powder. We stumbled on an obsidian altar pulsing like a heartbeat. Lost two men to the shadows but came away with a chest of soul-branded doubloons... and a curse that still howls in my dreams.” – Unknown, The Salt-Stained Ledger – Entry 1