You choose to ignore the glint and continue on your course. The mysterious island slowly fades into the distance as night falls over the sea. The crew begins to murmur nervously, superstitions running wild in their minds. Despite the murmurs, you maintain focus on your journey.
As the night deepens, a sudden gust of wind rattles the sails and sends shivers down your spine. Just then, Archambaud, a seasoned sailor with weathered features, approaches you cautiously. 'Capitaine,' he whispers, 'I saw something moving in the water off the starboard side. It's no fish...'