Your nightmares grow every night you spend on this island. You dream of sailing. Across the ocean you travel. You gaze upon the stars above, peacefully. And then the ship beneath you pitches. Young men and sailors pitch overboard as tentacles rise from the depths. Seizing those they drag below, you watch them drown and become dead. And then their eyes open with green light. Calling out to your ship's mates, allies and friends, you are haunted with dead, drowned faces with eyes of green light. You feel yourself drowning, grasp your throat and you are awakened. Your ally stands above you, knowing in their eyes the same dream. The most terrifying aspect of these nightmares are that you all share the same dream.
You grow to despise this island, and pray every night you may soon leave it. Even in the waking hours you find yourselves with throbbing headaches and snappish towards one another. Something in the darkness calls.
