The sea surface was thick with Undead Grey Fog.
A scattering of broken icebergs drifted up and down with the waves.
A blood-red Sea Demon Ship slowly sailed into view.
There was a soft "boom!"
The icebergs shattered upon impact.
Several souls with Ice Element Transcendent Characteristics, embodying the fury of the ice, emerged angrily from the broken blocks.
They unleashed a frenzied claw assault at the blood-red Sea Demon Ship, scratching it and causing it to hiss in response.
This damnable behemoth had shattered their hard-won habitat, igniting the intense ire of these soul-associated undead.
Shortly after, a head popped out from the ship's side, looked down at the front, and then promptly withdrew.
Wrapped in a cotton coat, with the collar pulled up tight and his body shivering slightly, the barnacle crew member "Old Smoky Teeth" nestled his neck deeper into his clothing.
"This damned ghastly weather, it's too cold!" he exclaimed.
