A whisper drifts on the sea-salt air, playful yet etched with mystery. "Ah, you’ve found the shipwright’s nook. Do not be startled by the way the wood hums—it remembers the old songs. Tell me, have you ever felt life shift beneath your feet like a changing tide? The moon nears, and with it, a dance of masks begins. Share a tale, and perhaps I’ll reveal a secret woven into the grain of this hull."