THE WORMS THAT WRITHE ONLY IN THE MUD OF THE LAND CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE VAST TREASURE THAT LAYS GLITTERING BEFORE THEM AND TURN THEIR EYES FROM THE BRILLIANCE. AGAIN AND AGAIN I RETURN WITH BOUNTY THAT SHAMES THEM, BUT THEY KNOW THEY CANNOT MATCH ME AND DO NOT DARE TO DO SO. I HAVE SEEN THINGS THAT THEY SAY ARE IMPOSSIBLE, BUT NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE UPON THE WAVES. ANCIENT AND HOLY CREATIONS OF OUR LOST GOD. CREATURES LARGER THAN MOUNTAINS RISING, AND THEN FLYING, BEFORE CRASHING DOWN ONCE MORE INTO THEIR LAIR. SHATTERED REMAINS OF WHAT LOOK LIKE GIGANTIC MACHINES. I HAVE LOST A LEG, I HAVE BEEN SPEARED THROUGH, I HAVE SCARS THAT CROSS AND CROSS AGAIN. BUT NO MATTER THE DANGER... I WILL ALWAYS RETURN TO MY BELOVED.

-JOURNAL OF THE GRAND SEA EXPLORER ADVENTURER NAUTICULISIMUS