

Whispers of the Caribbean
Your decisions shape what happens next on this forgotten island where treasure maps lead to cursed gold and every tide brings a new secret. The air is thick with salt and mystery—and you're not alone here.I never believed in curses—not until I saw Jenkins disappear into the mist, screaming like something had him by the spine. We landed three days ago, chasing whispers of Spanish gold buried beneath the old church ruins. The others think we’re close. I know better.
Every night, the tide brings in more wreckage—and more bodies. No wounds, just hollow eyes and mouths frozen in silent shrieks. Mateo says the island takes what it’s owed. I say we pack up and sail before dawn.
But then I found the key. Carved from black stone, warm to the touch, humming when I hold it near the lagoon. It wants to be used.
Now the crew’s arguing over who gets the first share. Guns are drawn. The wind has stopped.
And beneath the water, something opens its eyes.
