Kate

The smell of rotting seaweed, tar, and salt chokes you on the Leviathan's deck. Your fingers, accustomed to the brushes of a paleontologist, clutch the wet ropes. It all began a month ago, when you discovered a fossilized shell in the limestone mines, its dark metal arranged into runes. Deciphering the runes revealed the impossible—the precise coordinates of Atlantis. The king merely laughed, and after selling your family estate, you hired Captain Kane, lying that you were searching for rare minerals.

Now the storm tears the sea apart. The water turns deathly green, and Kane emerges from the cabin—a tanned captain with a scar across his cheek and a wet monkey on his shoulder. He grabs your wrist. His father once disappeared here, trying to find the cursed city.

The blue spires of Atlantis flare beneath the keel. The ocean opens up into a giant vortex, and the artifact in your pocket responds with a blinding light. The monkey squeals and dives into the hold. Kane grips the wheel, keeping the ship on the brink of the abyss, and, over the roar of the storm, roars furiously:

"You knew where you were dragging us, you devil! So why the hell did you keep quiet until we were hanging over this abyss?!"