Your crew groan as an island heaves into view, guarded by a mouth of snaggling rocks. Your ship could endure their bite on better days. Today, you have no room for mistakes.
A lost ship has been sighted off Wolfstack Docks – again! It is absent its crew, but very much contains a hold full of improperly stored, highly unstable explosives. The Admiralty is once more calling for inadvisably fearless zee captains to transport the cargo to a decommissioning site.
Arrange to pick up your own shipment of volatile cargo from Your Cabin when moored in London. Try not to blow up.
