The severed trophy head of a ravening sea monster, mounted on a burnt wooden plank that’s all that remains of the last ship he devoured before finally being vanquished. He hangs dark and silent as a watery grave, at least until he senses the warmth of any still-living thing that strays too close. Then, with a snap of his jaws and a cold glow behind his eyes, the old hunter reminds you that death is not always the end…