Wednesday 20 November, 1957
Investigators waking up for a long night’s sleep. Lucille has vivid dreams of drowning.
The investigators learn, from Margrét Halldórsdóttir, the bubbly owner on the Guesthouse, that dreams of drowning or being submerged in the sea are known as having Salt-Laced Dreams in Skeljavik.
Margrét provides further information as the day runs its course including pointing the investigators to the town’s only tourist sight, a chapel ruin in the outskirts.
On their way to the beach front in the windy cold rain, the investigators sees Tómas Vilberg, the local shopkeeper, give something to Yrsa Eiríksdóttir, the widower before she hastily drives away.
By the beach front the investigators, to their surprise and disgust find the creature breathing as if gasping for air or drowning. its facial features have become more human and even more unsettling with the trouble breathing.
As the creature moves, further objects fused with its body, become visible. Especially one plate with alien letters and a large spiral symbol, catches the attention of Lucile and she makes a rubbing of the symbols.
Jonas gives the investigators a map of the town and agrees to drive them to the chapel ruin where the investigators see further symbols similar to the rubbing from the sea creature.
During the day the investigators learn that a local phenomenon is happening in the ocean. Something called “The Turning Tide” is starting to happen and will culminate this very Friday.
The locals are all excited for the local celebration “The Turning Toast that will take place in the evening at the Guest House.
Wednesday 20 November, 1957. Evening.
As the investigators return to the Guest House, they are met with the main room full of guests in the decorated room.
They are glad to be out of the merciless weather as the storm and the rain has grown in strength over the course of the day.
They learn the heads of the three elder families will make a toast, but most of the locals do not believe Einar Halldórsson will join as he has not been seen for some time. Last sights of him seems to have given him the nickname “Siltskin”, for reasons unclear to the investigators.
the investigators spot Jonas with his wife and make their way over for brief chat with Jonas and his wife the “Brýnna”, Rúna Einarsson, before she stands up to start the Turning Toast with an ancient looking clay cup with a spiral carved into it.
I am Rúna of the Ásmundarsson line.
Keeper of the Old Currents.
As the sea turns, so must we.
What is cast off may rise again.
She ends with the toast: “To what must come.” to which the crowd replies: “To what must come.” before they all drink.
Rúna then passes the cup on to Yrsa Eiríksdóttir, who continues the toast:
I am Yrsa of the Eiríksdóttir line.
Binder of What Drifts.
We drink to the tide that remembers.
Let no soul resist its pull.
She also ends with the toast: “To what must come.” to which the crowd replies before looking around to pass on the cup, at which point the doors in violently flung up with a male figure standing outside in a large oilskin rain coat common to the local fishermen.
The man, drenched steps in quickly to grab the mug before he, in a wet damp voice, says:
I am Eirnar of the Halldórsson line.
Harrower of the Deep.
We give thanks to the Current That Dreams.
And the dream that waits in the deep.
He then continues to toast: “To what must come”, but while everybody else drinks, he just stares at the spiral on the mug and mubbles: “And it does come.” before abruptly exiting the Guest House leaving a trail of fishy stench.
The investigators quickly follow Einar. He moves fast in the storm and as he reaches the coast line, he wonders to the North where high cliffs makes it impossible to walk and he disappears in the violent waves.
The investigators are not able to follow and left with more questions than answers, they withdraw for the night.