On a stormy night, Captain Blackthorn’s ship, The Iron Widow, sailed into uncharted waters. His weathered map, torn from a forgotten library, promised treasure buried on Skull Isle. The crew, eager and ruthless, whispered tales of cursed gold and restless spirits.As dawn broke, the jagged peaks of Skull Isle loomed before them. The crew, armed and anxious, followed Blackthorn into the jungle. Through thickets and past ancient ruins, they found the X marked on the map—a stone altar surrounded by skulls.With shovels in hand, they dug, hearts pounding. Beneath the earth, they unearthed a massive chest, its lock rusted with age. But as Blackthorn cracked it open, the skies darkened, and an eerie wind howled. Gold spilled out, glittering, but so did the ghostly figure of the long-dead pirate king.“Take the gold,” the ghost hissed, “but beware, for those who steal from the dead are bound to join them.”Ignoring the warning, the crew filled their pockets—only to watch in horror as their flesh began to fade. One by one, they vanished, leaving Blackthorn alone on the cursed isle, guarding the treasure for all eternity.