The story of the Zong sinks into the annals of maritime history as a chilling testament to human cruelty. In 1781, this British slave ship, laden with hundreds of captive Africans destined for the Caribbean, embarked on a horrific voyage that would result in a tragedy of unspeakable proportions. Driven by avarice and indifference to human life, the
A chilling wind whipped through the ravine, carrying with it the whisperings of a enraged storm. Underneath the swirling clouds above, Stiklar's wrath erupted with a ferocity that surpassed any seen before. Forests lay in ruin, crushed by the sheer force of his rage. The origin of this inferno of destruction was a mystery. Some spoke of an ancient
A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from honeyed lies and tangled truths. It speaks of a current, its waters glinting with the promise of intoxication. But within its depths lurks a darkness, a seductive lure that promises wealth at the cost of innocence. They say those who stumble in its current are forever consumed by the current's hold,