Maryann stood on the dock, watching the ship come into the harbor. It looked... wrong? So damaged and tattered. Had there been a storm? The anticipation ate away at her. She hadn't seen her husband in months. He was supposed to be home three months ago.

She paced anxiously, back and forth, holding her little baby within her arms, bundled in a blanket. The baby cooed, not knowing the weight of this heavy situation. This moment would determine how the rest of their lives would go.

She waited with high nerves as the ship was docked and a handful of men made their way off the ship. It was more than she could bear. She had to find Edmond. She needed to throw her arms around him. He needed to hold their baby for the first time.

She rushed forward to meet the men who had stepped off the ship. She searched all of their faces. All of them grim. None of them Edmond.

"The ship is in ruins." The man at the lead told her. "Shattered windows. Busted doors. Splintered wood. Every room ransacked."

"A..." She sounded confused, yet hopeful. "A storm?"

"More like an attack." The man said matter-of-factly. "Lots of blood. Everywhere. There was definitely a struggle in many places."

"Pirates?" She gasped, feeling horror wash over her.

"Likely." He said sadly. "We found Emmalien's Constellation drifting about a few miles out. It was likely they were attacked on their way back home."

"Edmond?" She had dreaded to ask this more than anything. Dreading the answer she already knew was coming. "Where is my husband?"

The man let out a long sigh before reluctantly answering. "There wasn't a single soul on board the ship. Who knows what happened to the crew. But from the blood, I wouldn't guess it is anything good."

"He's... gone?" She didn't believe it. She would have to search the entire ship top to bottom in order to be sure herself.

"Indeed." The man said sadly. "Found this, though." He presented Maryann with the logbook. "I read it. But..." He trailed off.

"But what?" She asked, snatching the book with her free hand as if it was the key to finding her husband.

"I think it's possible that Captain Conway was sick from the sea. That he lost his mind to some sort of madness. It could have even been..." He paused, "mutiny."

"Never." She scolded the man to have even muttered such a thing, "Those men have sailed with my husband for years. They trusted him with their lives! They never would have."

The man interrupted her to tap the logbook. "Mrs. Conway. It's all in there. You can witness his mind deteriorating. He wrote a letter to you, though. On the last page."

Maryann held her baby out for the man to help her free up her hands. He took hold of the infant while she flipped through the pages. She came to rest on the last page. Her eyes scanned over the words, slowly filling with tears as she read.

She dropped to her knees as sobs took hold of her and rocked her shoulders. She was so confused, lost, and hurt at the same time. How could this be? Sirens? Had her husband truly lost his sanity somewhere out on the sea? He spoke of their Emmalien. Surely, something wasn't right. But what?

She knew.

She knew her husband wasn't a madman. She knew his words must have been the literal truth. Surely, these things happened. All his men were taken, including him.

She cast her eyes to the horizon, watching the rippling waves eat away at the skyline.

Her husband was somewhere out there.

That night, she lowered her little Edna into her crib and clutched the logbook to her chest. This was the final piece of Edmond she had left. Holding it felt somehow like holding his hand.

She had read the book through from start to finish multiple times. Each time, she became angrier. Angry at the sea. Angry at Edmond for not listening. Angry at the... things she knew had taken him.

She sat in her rocking chair by the window. The same window she always sat by when she waited for her husband to return to her. A single candle was lit next to her. A sort of light she left on as if it would guide him back home to her.

She looked out the window and glared at the broken ship. The ship that had taken her husband away. She knew it was cursed now.

She knew getting it repaired was an outrageous idea.

Yet she was determined.

Soon, all would be in order.

Because she knew Edmond was out there somewhere.

She could feel it.

She was going to find her husband.