There is a place at the other end of the ocean where Death sleeps.  Not a location where it is dangerous, but it is where Death resides when he is not claiming souls.  Little is known about this area, as it appears as though Death is more or less a little bit private.  Any who venture too close to the domain of the reaper may very well find his skeletal fingers reaching from the skies to pluck you from the material plain, and at that point... well, there is no coming back from the literal clutches of death.

This is mostly a hope, for the record.  We HOPE that this skeletal claw reaching from the sky to grab man and ship is death himself.  An entity that is neither good, nor evil, simply doing its job with a preference for privacy.  We HOPE this is not a malevolent entity that has simply been too lazy to seek its meals out.

If you get lost on ship, be wary for when the clouds turn yellow as sulfur, and wary further of dark shadows that may move behind them.