I can not help but dream of life at sea... My father always told me tales of the 'spirit realm pirates'. How after living at sea for hundreds of years the mere mortals passed into a new realm of immortality to become something absolutely breathtaking. An angelic or even God like creature with powers to control the sea and the creatures within it... He often told me of real pirates as well. They intrigued me much more than silly legends... How these true pirates would set off from there familia to fight for treasure, or seek to steal fair maidens away from there homes and loving brothers, sisters and husbands... Only to sell them away for dark elixirs, and sea charts.. even swords, and fortune.

It was pity that first made Dannie speak to him. She had known Ryan since she was a kid, but he had always been the popular Golden Boy, and she had always been the tomboy that didn’t mind not having any friends. It was odd, she had thought, that all the popular kids who had once kissed the ground he walked on, didn’t so much spared him a glance anymore, and it was this that made her sit with him that one faithful day and begin something that would only end up causing her pain.

It's 2300, and the apocalypse has came and gone. The log to the end of the world is a tale of the survivors. All with one message- don't take anything for granted.

Ouija. It's only a game, isn't it?