The Shattered Seas

A broad, crescent-shaped beach nestled beneath the “jawline” cliffs of Skullbay Isle, this landing zone serves as the island’s uneasy neutral ground. The sand is coarse and pocked with fire pits, broken barrels, and the bones of past disputes. Weather-beaten flags from rival crews hang from driftwood poles, each claiming a corner of the beach, though none truly hold it for long. Armed lookouts perch atop the cliffs, watching for incoming sails—and for signs of betrayal. Deals are struck here in whispered tones, blades never far from reach. It’s the first—and often last—place newcomers set foot when entering Skullbay’s volatile underworld. A single wrong word can spark a skirmish that sends the whole beach into chaos.

The beach is a chaotic blend of coarse sand and scattered debris, with the ominous cliffs looming overhead. The air is thick with tension, and the flickering light of fire pits casts eerie shadows on the sand, while the sound of crashing waves adds to the atmosphere of unease.