The Boatman of Saltwich | The N'Gorroth

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He waits at the shoreline, unmoving. Hunched low in the stern of a rotted fishing skiff, the Boatman of Saltwich seems less a man and more an extension of the tide itself. Barnacles cling to his limbs, and sea-worn robes drape over a frame warped by years of silent communion with the deep. Tentacles pulse where flesh meets timber, binding him to his vessel. In one hand he holds a green-glowing lantern, and in the other, a staff etched with runes that no scholar has ever translated.

Only few speak of him, even fewer approach. Some offer trinkets or secrets, hoping he might ferry them to places no map dares mark. Sometimes he obliges. Sometimes the boat leaves heavier than it arrived, and no one speaks of the soul it carried away.

His eyes, pale and unblinking, watch not only the shore but the black void beneath the surf. Some believe he listens to the Deep Ones. Others claim he once was a man. But all agree: if the Boatman looks your way, you are already too close.

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