Well, y'all haven't sent me any good themes. So I'm struggling as usual.
Here's a quick monologue from a victim of the Briny Deep:
Yes, It was my treachery that sank the ship. I was paid by the enemy to scuttle it during the night watch. However, as I swam towards the rowboat that was waiting to pick me up, I was entangled in the anchor chain and dragged to the bottom of the ocean. Straight to Hell. The anchor chained to my leg feels like it gets heavier every century I drag it, but I know that it's my mind playing tricks on me. Or is it my soul playing tricks on me? I regret nothing. Well, except getting tangled in this anchor.
Yeah, everyone's a victim.
