Stella and her parrot Jacob fell from the clear sky straight into the ocean depths, where darkness surrounded them. Instead of hitting the water, they found themselves in a mysterious air bubble inside a sunken ship. The wreck looked terrifying, as if walls made of slime and rust were slowly swallowing it.

Jacob clapped his wings in fear when Stella discovered old, leather-bound papers in the captain´s locker. It wasn’t a diary but a confession to the murder of the entire crew for a chest of cursed gold. The pages were cowered in black stains and an unnatural chill radiated from the paper. A moan echoed through the ship and ghostlike, faceless figures began to come out the dark corners.

“Run, run!” Jacob screeched.

Her heart was pounding in her throat as she dodged rotting beans. The ghosts were right behind her, and she could feel their cold breaths on the back of her neck. With all her strength, she found herself back on the beach near their house.

Out of breath, she ran inside, slammed the door, and pressed the papers slightly to her chest. She knew she could never let those pieces of evidence go.