Serpent's Kiss Aethel Isles

The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the weathered maps spread before you. You can smell the salt spray clinging to your oilskins, and the tang of gunpowder still lingers in the air from the skirmish earlier today. Outside, the gale howls, a mournful song that rattles the timbers of the tavern, 'The Serpent's Kiss'. Forget what you think you know about treasure hunts. This isn't some dusty scroll leading to a chest of gold. This is about survival, betrayal, and the ghosts that haunt the edges of charted seas. You are a member of the Serpent's Tooth, a crew of privateers known as much for your ruthlessness as your skill. Captain "Stormbreaker" Jack, a legend whispered in every port from Tortuga to the Carolinas, is dead. Killed. Not by cannon fire, nor by the King's Navy. He was murdered. By one of us. And the prize isn't gold, not entirely. It's something far more valuable, something Jack kept hidden, even from his most trusted lieutenants. It's a secret, a key, perhaps even a curse, tied to the legendary Isles of Aethel, islands rumored to hold the secrets of immortality... or instant oblivion. Tonight, gathered in this storm-battered tavern, you are the remaining officers of the Serpent's Tooth. You each have your own history with Jack, your own ambition, and your own dark secrets. Paranoia hangs thicker than the tobacco smoke, because one of you is the killer. And the secret Jack held so close is now the object of a desperate, dangerous game. Over the next few nights, you will investigate. You will interrogate. You will betray. You will lie. You will do whatever it takes to uncover the truth behind Jack's death, and claim the prize for yourself. But be warned, the Isles of Aethel are not for the faint of heart. They claim all who seek their secrets, and they will test you in ways you never imagined. The game begins now. Trust no one. Question everything. And prepare to sail into the heart of darkness. Your destiny awaits... and so does the killer.