Isla Perdida's Cartographer

The salt stings your eyes. Not tears, though there have been plenty of those lately. This is the spray of the Riptide, a rogue wave claiming yet another vessel in this cursed stretch of sea known as the Devil's Maw. You cling to a splintered piece of the *Seraphina's* mast, the wreckage a grotesque tapestry of shattered dreams and brine-soaked cargo. You were a cartographer, not a sailor. Forced onto this doomed voyage by crippling debts and the promise of a lucrative contract charting the uncharted islands west of the Meridian Line. Now, all that remains are the splinters in your hands and the gnawing fear in your gut. The sun, a malevolent eye in the bruised sky, beats down on you relentlessly. Hope dwindles with each passing hour. But then, you see it. A sliver of green on the horizon, rising like a forgotten promise from the churning grey. An island. This isn't just any island. Locals whisper of Isla Perdida, the Lost Island, a place swallowed by the sea centuries ago and spat back out, warped and changed, into the modern world. Some say it holds riches beyond imagining. Others claim it's a nexus of ancient evils, a prison for forgotten gods. All agree: those who venture to Isla Perdida are never truly the same. You have a choice. Succumb to the despair, let the waves claim you, and become just another ghost haunting the Devil's Maw. Or, fight for survival, risk everything on the chance that Isla Perdida holds salvation, or at least, a temporary reprieve from the inevitable. Your journey begins now. Your decisions will shape not only your own destiny, but the fate of this forgotten land and the secrets it holds. Brace yourself, cartographer. The sea has relinquished you, but Isla Perdida… Isla Perdida has other plans. What will you do?