Clan : Pirate Ghosts

"Spirit that haunts this dark lagoon tonight, dost hear me?" -- Hook

These are the dead sailors who stalk the dark shores of the island with skeleton grins and hollow eyes, reaching out from the grave to savage the living. Their tortured screams sink ghastly hooks into the nightmares of the sleeping, and tear the weakest from their bodies to join the ranks of the damned. The superstitious or mad whisper still of older spirits who can possess the very bodies of the living, driving their victims to insanity or terrible violence.

Who knows what lurks in the jungle?
Who knows what's buried there?
Who knows what waits in the darkness?
It's best that you beware.