Lancelot Pluviam was a workaholic, whether or not he hated to work. He lived on routine- eat, work, eat, sleep. He rarely deviated from this, despite how he was clearly reluctant to waste away his life with a dull occupation. The money was barely worth it if he had no time to go out and spend it. Then, one day, he didn’t show up for work. No notes or warnings of sickness- he’d simply vanished. Elric Fractus was captain of The Bad Omen, a remarkable vessel that had many rumours and stories associated with its black flag. He, himself, was known for being a sick man who was devoted to sinning for his own selfish needs. His torturous methods of murder were only known by the few who survived them- even after being dropped into the ocean- though it was clear that Elric took pride in his methods. Lancelot aches to see his family again, but the longer he spent restricted on the ship, the more the toxic captain gained his interest. By the time he was aware of the truth of this ‘interest’, he’s in too deep and can’t pull back now. Can it get much worse?