Salt, salt, salt, salt, salt ,salt ,salt! Salt everywhere! Isn’t it bad enough that we are inundated with the filth inside our own walls, working in our fields, but every bit of water there in that ocean must be filled with the miserable stuff as well.
- – Hizur ben Rami, High Council Member, 75th council.
In the early years after the desolation, voyage after voyage would leave from the now abandoned harbor in Ailon. Since, the fish were all but dead these ships were searching for signs of something else. Something beyond the waters. A new home. A piece of untouched land. More survivors. Nothing was found. Year upon year, ships continued to leave and never return. Many began to hope that they found somewhere untouched by the desolation, and so more cogs and galleys would venture out into the salty expanse. But, it was under the 173rd chancellor that the first ships returned.
It should have been assumed immediately that something was wrong. The sails of the White Gull were tattered as in drifted into the port. It seemed to be carried merely by the currents, and not steered by a captain. When it crashed into the shoals just west of the harbor, the rumors spread quickly. All of the crew were found dead on the ship, eerily preserved by the preponderance of salt in the air and water they had traveled through, and baked hard by the heat of the sun. More ghost ships began to follow the first, and so the Dead Waters was coined. Many see this as the final straw in the decision to seal off the gates of Ailon.