Something is brewing underneath the turbulent sea. A storm is fast approaching ,and there's not much the local authorities can do about it. Quarantine zones have been activated, but people need to evacuate. The threat is far beyond our comprehension. It's cosmic in design and can communicate across the waves and into our homes, our hearts, our minds.
Sailors are going missing, ships are being left abandoned. How are you to know what you're sending to the shore is the same as it was before leaving the harbor? Man that beacon and keep the light on at all costs. Make sure your boys get home, or you might fall victim to the Lovecraftian horrors that call your name. Will you keep hope lit, or will you drift into the water, too, crashing against the seabed as another empty vessel?
