Collection: The Captain’s Spoils

They’ll tell you the Captain carried no map, only a chest heavy enough to drag a vessel under. Within lay the spoils of a lifetime’s sin at sea: pearls torn from the throats of drowned queens, coins kissed warm by foreign suns, and trinkets murmuring curses when held too long. Now the chest yawns open, and what it holds waits for any soul bold (or foolish) enough to take it.