The end is near. The final book of Armageddon is fully underway. After years of wars, piracy, the Scourge, Ash, animal die offs, and cultists it seems like the skies have finally given up and gone permanently dark. Raging storms are an everyday occurrence. The sea is covered in a foul mist day in and day out. The word from Cuba is that a six-mile wide hole to the Abyss opened in the ocean south of the island. But at least you found a job keeping an eye out for a "peninsula with three rock columns leanin' to the west". This has been going on for almost a month aboard The Tarantula under the questionable command of Captain Bloodwhip. Foul weather from the west drifts in. A dark omen on the horizon.