The Sun's Rim Dips, the Stars Rush Out...

As twilight falls, the mariners aboard the Eriphyle spy a tattered white sail upon the horizon to stern, approaching at a rate no mortal crew could match. Dunam, called the great-hearted, barks for all hands to come on deck. Those on the ship watch the advancing specter with an ever-increasing sense of dread...

The Ghost Ship Calypso declares an attack on the SS Eriphyle. The attack will, of course, be a Massacre. Any priests aboard the Eriphyle now have twelve hours to perform a ritual before the phantom ship arrives alongside them.