Prologue
Deep below the sea you may find, a way to leave your world behind. Travelling the seven seas, there was a vessel known as the 'Ark'. It is a home to some, but a prison to many others. The Ark arrived every year, always at the same time, but never in the same place. It creeps and crawls and buries its claws deep beneath the glistening water and there it sits in vast silence.
Waiting.
It keeps its foulest secrets locked up in prison, hidden away at the dark end of everything. The cell door screams open and shut, another wriggling sack of secrets is thrown into captivity. Once hopeful, now trapped by fat promises, they sit. Out of sight. Out of luck. Awaiting their turn. The Ark is the place of lost things, and has countless tales to tell.
Tales of red eyes, endless feasts, and hapless wanderers.
But The Ark has a short memory, and eventually they all come stumbling in. One by one. Into the lair of the ultimate lifeform. More lost things. Soon after, they start to arrive. The hungry guests. The monstrous, sweating, angry guests. All seams bursting, bodies bulging, eyes dead with boredom; the Dame is waiting for them.
They shuffle up the struggling gangway and into the open mouth of The Ark, and then, they are no more. For none of those that enter have ever returned to tell the tale.
At least, not yet...
