It’s been a few years since reading Dracula, hopefully my imitation is sincere flattery. If chosen, I would like a Vampire, please.
Log of the Demeter, Day 1:
Our ship set out for Morlovia, strong wind and fine weather. Yet a pall lies over the sailors. I fear some misprision that will lead to misadventure.
Log of the Demeter, Day 14:
The wind has fallen. The ship moves but slowly. Worse still, the men whisper a strange name: “Alucard”. I am not certain why the name has such potency to freeze my blood. First mate Boomer, a stout man from Corellia, swears the ship is cursed.
Log of the Demeter, Day 17:
Our young cabin boy, Peters, has vanished. Has he been drinking with that vagabond Kestrel below decks? Doubling watches to stem the fears of the crew.
Log of the Demeter, Day 23:
When will this accursed calm end? The Lady Locke claims to have seen young Peters walking the decks, yet I have seen no sign. Three other crewmen found below decks, pale, cold, and dead. Surely the curse of the Almighty stands on this ship.
Log of the Demeter, Day 32:
“A painted ship upon a painted ocean” wrote the poet Coleridge. So is our fate. And yet not merely a painted ship, but a ship of horrors. Boomer and Kestrel have vanished. I fear they have met the fate that Sargasso met years ago on this same ocean.
Log of the Demeter, Day 35:
I have seen the fiend. I, Commodore Finley, will not succumb to his spell. I am lashing my hands to the wheel. If needs must be, I shall pilot the ship into eternity.
From the Morlovian Dispatch:
Ghost ship lands in Morlovia City
This morning, the 31st of October, a Corellian ship, the Demeter, landed in the bay. Not a living soul was present on the ship. The captain of the vessel, a retired military commander from Corellia, was found lashed onto the wheel of the ship. Delivery of several crates was sent on to castle Alucard.
And so it begins, the Return to Morlovia…